Because, like most parents, I am well aware of the commonly known “hidden dangers” in a home, I had a childproof latch installed on the knife drawer and a gate bolted to the top of the stairs long before my first baby could crawl. But one unexpectedly dangerous place silently awaited discovery. That place was my child’s bed.

Let me qualify that: My child’s bed, when he’s sleeping in it, becomes a treacherous place not for him, but for me and my husband. We’re not exposed to this “danger zone” very often, because we don’t do communal bed at our house. But on the occasion that my 4-year-old needs a little extra nighttime comfort due to a bad dream or illness, we go to his bed and lie with him until he falls asleep.

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