WELL, IT'S FINALLY HAPPENED. We're sleeping soundly. Cooper whimpers a bit, so I get up and reposition him in his bassinet beside my bed, which became his bed when I was pretty sure we were about to lose him. Back to sleep. He's happy. Next thing I hear is a soft "thud" as he hits the floor. He's unharmed. No, he doesn't want water, he doesn't want out, he doesn't want anything but to get out of the damned bassinet and down to the floor where his sister is sleeping. In this, I learn a lesson for me and for everyone I know who makes assumptions about the ability or disability of another:
he's just old; not dead.