Today I did something rather dumb. Not my proudest Mama Moment. In fact, I've been ladened with guilt all day. Jonas fell down.
I took Marco to get a haircut today. Being that it was only his second one ever, he was rather skittish. Actually, that's an understatement. He FLIPPED out. The moment his butt landed in the barber chair, which by the way was adorable, small and blue, with a tv screen, kid music playing and puzzles, he went bonkers. So while I'm holding Jonas, I try to ease Marco's stress. We offer him a lollypop, even a sip from my Frappuccino (another superior parenting moment), yet nothing would calm him down.
Here's where I made my mistake. I put Jonas down... on a bench, sitting up. The bench wasn't too high off the floor (like knee level), and I was "watching him" and I was "right there", what could happen? So, I start to give Marco more of my attention, trusting Jonas to stay put. Marco started to calm down and things were looking better. Then it happened, so fast that I didn't even realize what happened till my little baby was face down on the floor. He rolled forward off the bench and fell on his face.
Well, naturally he started screaming... which in turn got Marco freaked out again and he started screaming as well. I immediately broke out into a nervous sweat and started cursing myself, all the while checking for broken bones or bruises. Thankfully, there were none.
Then I'm questioning, should I go to the hospital? What if he has a concussion? What if something is internally wrong and I can't see it? What if I just caused brain damage? What if he's got organ bleeding? What if........
But I decided to head home and keep a careful eye on him. I'm happy to report that he's been acting normally, his eyes are not dilated and he has no redness, swelling or bruising. God is GOOD!
I just keep reminding myself that I'm a total dumb@ss. This could have been avoided... if I had only brought the stroller down. If I had only brought down the carrier. If I had not been so bothered by Marco's melt down. I know accidents happen, but this could have been avoided.
To console me, my mom recalled a time she fell down the stairs with me and had to call 911. Then my step-mom told me of a time she dropped my step-brother from the highchair and ran outside so her husband wouldn't hear the screams and know what a horrible mother she was! Yeah, it actually does make me feel a little better... my accident wasn't nearly as bad as either of theirs!