No matter how closely I monitor the whereabouts and well being of my son there will always be moments beyond my immediate control. We all know when accidents happen most. When our minds wander or when we get too comfortable with our surroundings.
We’re late to our friends pad.
There’s a frenzy of the worst kind taking place. Running back and forth, modeling various clothes and shoes only to strip them off and try something more flattering. There’s shoes flying off the shelf, puke oozing from the baby, and the cat just got trampled by hurried feet. Injury number one takes place.
Lilly is hollering at me with threatening obscenities while putting on her face.
I trot back up stairs with baby sagging in hand. My shirt doesn’t quite work with this stinking puddle of coagulated milk adhering to it.
Ever so gently I place MrPants on the bed. I slip off my shirt and spin around to search for another in the closet.
Thump-crack-bump. A moment of heart stopping silence infects the air.
I spin around in horror.
Wide eyed and topless Lilly holding a mascara tip half way to her face leans back to see the source of the thump-crack-bump while holding her breath to listen during the moment of silence.
Inhalation. Small flexing head turns beat red. The most awful wailing ever heard by these ears emanates from MrPants’ mouth and pierces the air.
Baby fell off thirty-two inch high bed. I measured. Landed on the wooden foot of a basinet that should have been taken out four weeks ago.
I quickly and ever so gently scoop up my fallen boy while Lilly comes running over half naked.
A few minutes pass of intense family bonding.
“I wanted to be the ones that could say they never dropped their baby.” I proclaimed over the baby sobs of anguish.
“Everybody drops them at some time or another. Are you okay.” Am I okay? Am I okay? I was expecting a fierce backhand to the mandible.
My very own little Gorbachev.
Wednesday, October 8
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To this day, CareerMom is of the belief that we were 100% on our attempts at preventing either of the boys from falling down the stairs.
I think I blogged about this long ago, but once when she was gone on a trip, and it was just me and MLI then, he fell down the stairs.
In a literal space-time continuum moment, I somehow came from another room and beat him down the stairs catching his head a mere centimeter from hitting the wood floor at the bottom.
I'm pretty sure, based on that, that I have latent super-powers that will emerge only during times of extreme stress.
You feel awful. You hold them and rock them and make sweet cooing sounds; you might even shed a tear or two, but in the end, they're OK, you're OK, and life goes on.
But, it's scary for sure.
I've been meaning to ask you, what software do you use to customize your banner and page? Or has Blogger just gotten a LOT better since I used it?
My son fell off the bed on more than one occasion. It happens. And as they become toddlers, you'll find more bumps and bruises than you care to count. Like I said, it happens. Like when I accidently whacked my kid's head with the car door yesterday.
She's right. We have all done it. I know it is only a matter of time with Reese. Poor boy.
Its awful to see your kid in pain. Real pain, not just because he’s uncomfortable in the car seat or wants more food. That I can handle. I want to take his pain upon myself to bear. But what can ya do… How many monkeys broke their head again? A lot.
Postulates, isn’t that so true though. Our super powers take over and the after burners kick in. I can’t believe your kid rolled down the stairs, although of course I have no doubts it will surely happen to mine eventually. And thanks for reminding me, it’s near time to get one of those gates to put at the top of the stairs.
Wholly crap iVegas! Just when I thought I was a bad parent you go and wack your kids dome in the car door… :) That’s gotta make you feel bad.
Hahah Katie. ‘Poor boy’, as if you just know it will happen. But of course it will though…. Still heart wrenching when it does.
PAP, hah nice initials, I use three programs for the web design. Dreamweaver, Photoshop CS3, and Fireworks. Adobe owns all of them. They are the best graphic and web design programs on the market. If you want to learn graphic design for websites I would suggest Fireworks because it is easier than Photoshop for graphics, (but not good for photo editing, of which Photoshop is king for both). The cool thing about Blogger is that they allow for html coding (web design). Such as my photo thumbnail holders, I made them in Fireworks then wrapped the graphics in web html code in Dreamweaver, then pasted into Blogger. Can’t say it didn’t take a few years to learn this stuff though.
i once dropped my son. well, he rolled off the change table after he peed INTO HIS DAMN EYE SOCKET while i was changing him and i was all panicked trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.
it was a low, low parenting moment for me. but he seems to be okay now. and the good this is that he totally doesn't remember it...
My child has never fallen, not even once.
She's been covered in bubble since day 1.
Ah yes the lack of intelligence in our babys surely serves them well when it comes to remembering their parents' follys. Ya know, those changing tables need one of the paper catchers that printers have for when our kids roll over the edge...
Bubble-wrap, aah-hah! I knew I had been neglecting my parental dutys by not supplying my son with a full body suit of bubble wrap. Of course i would probably giggle like an asian school girl while popping all the bubbles prior to wrapping him, so a lot of good it would do.
Yep, got all the above mentioned apps. Wordpress makes you buy access to edit your blog template, which I did with my last one, but I could never quite get my changes to override theirs correctly. I need to break out the Dreamweaver again and play.
You know...when I have 10-12 free hours...
UGH!
Cute Kid, cool site. I'll be back.
Having an accident is different than being a bad parent. We've had plenty of spills, slams, falls and hollers but I'm trying to get my brain accustomed to that just being a part of life you know? We can protect them and create environments where they are safe, but sometimes life just happens. You're an awesome dad!
Your kid is freakn adorable. We have yet to drop the little Mini-Kamp, but her day is coming. All she wants to do now is stand on her head and flip her feet in the air. I need bubble wrap.
"Lilly's cat..."
Ha! Don't think we didn't catch that.
BTW: Not sure if you know, but I respond to most comments (yours included) right under your comment on my blog. Left you a note about Gears of War.
DC and Weasel: I could kiss you both, at the same time, read my old post and you will know why, http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hope-hes-not-ugly.html Of course, I could have the child star syndrome on my hands here. Ya know the ones that were cute, but now as adults it seems as though someone beet them upside the head with the ugly stick.
Pundit: I really hope I don’t get to the point where I start duct taping foam on all the furniture corners. But I would still wrap my boy in bubble wrap…
Postulate: Yeah the reason I went with Blogger is because they allow for editing without paying, big bonus for me. My other complaint with people with Wordpress blogs is that I often forget to check back in the responses because they don’t have the comment response plugin that sends responses to e-mail. Did you know you can get a plugin for that? Just search for it, it’s out there. And Gears is the ultimate in gameplay. Best, game, ever.
This happened to my hubby when we were still in the hospital with our daughter! He begged me not to tell the docs but I had to. She had a knot on her head. She was fine and he was better after he went outside and smoked a pack of cigs. We live in a small town with a small hospital and to this day they all still call her knot head. She's 4 1/2.
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