Yesterday, my stomach sunk.
Fast and hard.
Right at the same moment my sweet baby fell backwards and landed the back of his head on a hard tile floor.
He was playing and having fun on the carpet section. Twisting, scooting, rocking, crawling, sitting. He had moved himself over far enough that when he pushed himself up to sit, he was on the edge of the carpet. All four adults in the room were watching him, laughing with him. Realizing how close he was to the tile, a couple of us thought out aloud that we should move him.
I got up to that.
And watched him fall as I walked...then ran...over there.
He cried and cried and cried.
We fretted and debated and looked for signs of trouble.
Although still sad, he nursed and took a short nap which was about due.
But you know that nap about killed me. My head was spinning with what-ifs.
Later on, he ate some more.
For the rest of the evening, he played and talked and played and laughed.
We felt like everything was ok.
But you know that button in your head that gets stuck sometimes. The rewind button. It keeps pushing itself and my mind keeps seeing it all happen again.
I don't like that button.
I know things happen. I know we will have more bumps and bruises to come. It is just hard watching something happen that your baby has no control to stop or manage.
B is has not woken up yet this morning (which is normal), so of course I will be checking him over again when he does. Checking for those signs.
Please make me feel better and tell me one of your stories and how everything turned out perfectly ok.
That and my cup of coffee should help this morning.