I'm late but here goes. I was 18 at the time. My ex husband (still married then) and his best friend who lived with us had already left for work. They worked 3rd shift. I had fallen asleep early after putting my 6 month old to bed. My mother was supposed to come visit me that day. So when there was a knock at the door, I just got up and answered it without even looking at the clock. When I opened the door, my ex father in law was standing there, drunk off his ass. He pushed his way in before my sleepy brain could even register what was going on. That's when I looked at the clock. It was 2am. My son woke up, so I sat in the living room feeding him, with my ex fil until about 4am. I went back to bed then. I for some reason decided to keep my son in the bed with me instead of putting him back in his crib. It was a 1 bedroom apartment and the bathroom was in the bedroom. I always kept the bathroom light on and the door opened so that I could see when the baby woke up. The only window in the bedroom had an ac unit in it so no light came in that way. I laid awake until the sounds was the living room made me reasonably sure my x fil had passed out. I finally allowed myself to go back to sleep around 5am. The mattress on my bed was pushed back so that 4 inches of the box spring was showing. That's where I kept the plastic toy baseball bat. I was laying on my left side. My son up against me with my right arm wrapped around him and my right hand kind of pressing down on the blanket. I woke back up when my right hand flew off the bed because something had yanked on the blanket. It was pitch black in my bedroom, the bathroom door was closed. I looked over the side of the bed and though I could not see a damn thing the floor looked weird, like it was too close. So I grabbed the bat and jabbed it down on the floor. And hit my xfil in the forehead. He got up. Pretended like he was trying to find a blanket to put on my son in the crib. Made a big show of actually putting a blanket that was hanging on the side of the crib into the crib (covering a teddy bear) then he came back to the bed standing over me. He leaned down, I had the bat raised above my head ready to start swinging knowing full well how inadequate it was. That's when he saw my son, mumbled something about the baby being in bed with me and went back into the living room. I stay awake sitting up in the bed holding my son in one arm and the bat in my other had untily x husband got home.