I debated even posting this on the blog, but I thought I'd try to make other new moms that might have an accident or two along the way feel better...so here goes. Plus, life is in't always pretty as a picture, so no need to paint it that way.
Sunday afternoon we ran errands- Babies R Us, Sams, you know, the necessities. We got home and my boys took a little nap while I got all the goods put away. I love a good day in the kitchen, getting everything organized, all the cans in a row- (which I have about 19 cans of Rotel now...see what happens when you just shove things in for a few months...), all the granola bars out of boxes and into tuperware bins in the cabinet, snacky foods together, pasta's together, so everything lines up just right. Can you smell the OCD? Much to my delight, I had a floor full of boxes and trash after my organizing fiasco. Lance and Easton woke from a nap and were just hanging out on the couch when I asked him if he could help with the mess. He got up from the couch, reminding me to "listen for Easton" while he took the trash out and rolled the bin to the curb for Monday morning's pick up.
Remember, for 14 weeks now, I've been "listening for Easton" with not so much as a noise or movement other than the occasional goo or gurgle...so...down the hall I went to put some clothes in the dryer when I heard a thud...then a cry. Oh.my.heart. I knew what happened. I flew into the living room to see that my little lovie had fallen off the couch and onto the hardwood floors. My heart broke. He cried; I felt like I was going to throw up. He cried for a good 10-15 minutes, however I think it was a 'my feelings are hurt' cry rather than 'something hurts' cry. We called the doctors office right away and they told us to just monitor him, make sure he'll make eye contact, follow a rattle, respond, etc. So, I kept him up for about 2 hours and he showed no sign of a concussion. I don't think he even his it head at all because I never saw a bump or even a red spot. But, we treated him as if he did, just in case. He slept in the bed with us Sunday night. He slept. We dreamed of sleep. He was fine yesterday at school. They didn't notice any difference. I did make them aware of our little accident and no one seemed too shocked...they all responded with "it happens". That sure didn't make those tears any easier, but I'm glad to know I'm not the terrible mom I had made myself out to be. Bless his heart.
Needless to say, lovie will no longer be left unattended on the couch. He's gotten a bit more mobile over these past few weeks, he'll be turning over very soon I think. I'm SO thankful that he wasn't hurt.
I reassembled the pack-n-play and that's now decor in the living room. Lovely.
I know this was only the first of many falls to come over his life, but it sure hurt my heart. I guess for every fall he takes, knee he scrapes, boo boo he gets, I will hurt too, it's part of being a mommy. Now I know what my mom meant when she said "I'd take the pain for you if I could" because I would have taken it in a heartbeat from Easton.








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