I had a rough morning. A really, REALLY rough morning. Here is why:
I let Matthew have a lot of freedom and when I’m brushing my teeth in the morning, I let him cruise around the bathroom. I watch him constantly, but he has full access to the joint because we haven’t baby-proofed it yet. I have setup one specific drawer for him to get into, but all the ones he can reach have been cleared out of anything dangerous. Today, he was standing up, digging through one of my drawers (the one with the maxi pads – he loves that drawer!) and he stood unsupported as he clapped his hands. Fine. No biggie. Then… then… he started to dance and threw his head back – and I watched in horror as he fell flat back into the wall behind him, smacking the back of his head on the wall and crashing flat-backed on the floor. Holy hell. I will probably have nightmares about this moment for the rest of my freaking life!
I am not an alarmist – when Matthew falls, I usually pause and wait to see how he reacts and then try to calm him if he’s upset. Not this time. Oh no! I gasped, and swore as I dashed to him (I was only 2 feet away but it felt like 100 yards), and I started to cry as I picked him up. He was a wreck – wailing – HYSTERICAL. I was in a panic and thought that this is exactly the type of freak accident that can really harm (or kill) a baby. I kissed him and immediately went to nurse him – knowing full well that if that didn’t calm him down, that I’d be calling B up from his office in the basement and we’d be going to the ER. I NEVER think this way. I NEVER make a big deal out of injuries of any sort – or injuries to anybody. This was different – I knew that this could very easily be a big deal.
But it wasn’t. He calmed down and bounced back quickly (not as quickly as normal though). I did not. B came up later and asked how the morning was (he hadn’t heard a thing down in his office) and I just started to cry and could hardly form the words to tell him about it.
Oh yes – this one will stick with me FOREVER. Watching it happen (it felt like slow-motion) was horrifying. I am so grateful that he is OK.
You can be sure that I did not let this poor child sleep for quite a while after it happened. By the time I would let him nap, he was over-tired and needed lots of help falling asleep. I was very happy to oblige him! When he woke up, I took him to his favorite place (Chip.otle) for guacamole!