My poor child's noggin has taken something of a beating today.
This morning, I put Ace on my bed, surrounded by a fort of blankets, just as I have every single day for the past 12 months so I can dry my hair. As I finished and was putting my hair in a ponytail, I heard a very sad thud. In the following nanosecond, I prayed that he had thrown his toy to the ground, but all my hopes were dashed as I heard a high-pitched wail. I ran out of the bathroom and saw my baby lying flat on his back, flailing and screaming in pain. I picked him up and brought him to the living room and called the doctor, and while I was on the phone, he started to grab for the remote and pretty much forgot that he had just done a double-gainer off of a bed onto some hardwood laminate. Now he's got a bruise on his forehead, and I swear he's got one on his nose.
That made the top five list of most terrifying moments in my life.
During Ace's bath, he sits up to get his hair and back washed. I guess he forgot that he sits up really well in the bathtub, because he fell over and thwacked his head on the side of the tub before Drew could catch him. I'm glad we have one of those pre-fab plastic-y bathtubs and not tile or porcelain. Drew sat down next to me after putting our bumpy-headed child down to bed and started to say what a jerk he feeels like, then apologized for laughing at me earlier.
I remember driving Ace away from the hospital thinking, "Holy crap, they're just going to let us TAKE him? No test? No home inspection? Can we at least get an oral exam?" Been feeling that way all day, too.
Drew and I are going to go eat some ice cream and nurse our bad-parenting wounds. Ace is fine. He's in his bed right now saying "aaayyayayayaaydadadada eeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaadadadadadda." I hope that means "I forgive you, Mama and Dada," and not "You incompetent boobs, Britney Spears could do a better job."
3 months ago
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Hey, his skull isn't fractured, so you're still well ahead of Britney!
Poor Ace, and poor you and Drew. Sucks to watch your child hurt himself, doesn't it?
Sweetie, if you guys start questioning your parenting skills every time your little man hurts himself, well, you're in for at least 18 years of self-doubt. (Remember, this is Drew's child, so shooting a hole in someone's roof or juggling a chainsaw at some point may be in the cards.) Chill out. Breathe. Try Ben & Jerry's Creme Brulee.
Nah. Britney could never do a better job. *snicker*
The first time Aidan REALLY bonked his head-I balled worse than he did! I was frantic and on the w/ the dr, late for work, etc. He tripped leaving the bathroom and bonked his head right on the corner of the wall-the sharp part. Big ol'brusie that looked like I had beaten him endlessly. Very scary for me.
Hang in there. Unfortunately, there's just more to come!
oh man, you're so lucky you keep a low profile.. if you were dooce, people would be writing you hate emails and calling child protection services on you.
Just wait....it only gets better.
(Listening to "My Little Girl" by Tim McGraw)
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Child Abusers!!!
No really I had trauma today too with my cousin Jill's newborn. Of course you would think my aunt, having had a child and all, would know how to take care of babies, but no, and me...well you know how well I deal with babies...so we had the newborn and she was screaming bloody murder...was it the diaper? no. Was she hungry? no. Did she want to lie down? No. She wanted to scream. I swear it was like the Britney Spears dumb and dumber up in there. Of course Jill came back and the baby was all cooey and lovely. She did it on purpose.
I am WAY behind on your blog.
The first time (well.. the ONLY time my infant fell from the bed) was the most HEART-WRENCHING experience.
I had no idea he could already roll or wiggle his way over to the edge. I felt like a HORRIBLE mother. Absolutely HORRIBLE. I was convinced I had done permanent damage.
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