So this morning, our cutie fell off the couch.
We were getting ready for our walk with a neighbor. I put his coat on, and sat him down on the couch, then turned to get my coat. I heard a huge thud, and when I turned around, he was no longer on the couch. He must have rolled forward and somersaulted off. I thought there was plenty of room between him and the edge. I was wrong.
I was so freaked out that I cannot tell you if he was on the (thankfully, carpeted) floor face up or face down. He did start crying, though, hard. By the time I called the doctor's office, waited on hold, then spoke to the nurse, he had calmed down--a good sign, she said. She gave me a list of things to watch for, but based on my answers to the questions she asked, she did not sound terribly concerned.
Now, a couple hours later, he seems totally fine, and has probably forgotten the whole thing. I am still shaking. My heart is still racing. Very, very freaked out. It might take me days to recover.
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Oh, man, I feel your scare! You're right, though, their noggins are tougher than our nervous systems. Thankfully!!
The above Anon. was me. And Alonso at the mouse. :)
At a Lamaze reunion, when our kids were roughly six months old, one dad cheerfully asked, "So, am I the only one who's dropped my kid?" After we stopped laughing hysterically, we all 'fessed up. I was teaching my son to roll, and let him get too close to the edge of the bed . . . With my daughter, I didn't stomp on the stroller brake hard enough, and it rolled ten feet down our driveway before tipping her face first into a shrub. In both cases I was infinitely more freaked out than either baby. I don't even remember tears from *them.* Hang in there -- if we could break babies, the human race would have ended long ago.
Just wanted to say Happy Mother's Day!
It was kind of amusing to read this post on the day I wanted to wish you this. Hope you are less traumatized now. :)
-bm
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