Oh, here's a "that mom" moment for you....
Little mommy-fails happen all the time...diapers forgotten when you're out for the day, dress the baby in shorts and a t shirt cause its warm at your house (but 60* at daycare an hour away), feed the baby some kind of premixed breakfast pouch only to realize later you've given your baby who hasn't pooped in 3 days a huge serving of bananas and rice. Inconveniences, yes, but none of these are major offenses.
Today was a major offense.
After Precious Baby's perfect little photo shoot with Santa, we hurried to a middle school near home to see one of my nephew's soccer games. I was so excited that Hubby had the afternoon off and would actually be able to come! We were meeting everyone there.
I got out of the car, pulled the stroller out and put the brakes on. For a split second, I went for my purse and the fast food I'd brought but then realized I wouldn't have anywhere to put it while I loaded PB in the stroller. So I got PB out and strapped him in the stroller and went back for my purse. My sister was parked 3 cars up the little inclined driveway getting her son out of the car. As she starts toward me, she starts hollering and pointing.
I know what is happening behind me. And that's when my life switches to slow-motion. I turn around for what feels like hours. But it's way too late. PB is strapped in his stroller.....which has pivoted, rolled down the sidewalk a few feet, off a curb and is now laying on its side in the drive. I run to the stroller and right it. PB looks stunned and then starts wailing. But who can hear him over my screaming??
My sister, calm as the day is long, helps my frantic hands undo PB's straps and pull him out. He's crying, I'm crying...and running in circles. Full-blown panic. I have no.idea.what.to.do. She dials Hubby, I tell him what happened and he manifests from the soccer field in 2.7 seconds.
Hubby, knowing I will not rest without a medical ok to do so, agrees to drive us to the ER. PB cries for another 5 minutes and then is smiling at me in the backseat. And he quietly falls asleep.
Due to his tender age, we're fast-tracked at the ER. He's got a little bump and a little bruise on the side of his little head. PB is acting totally normally. A quick check by the doc and we're on our way home. Thank God.
Yep, I'm "that mom". The one that doesn't check the brakes. Who turns her back to grab her purse. Who stays cool under pressure when other people's children are hurt or sick, but loses her mind when it's her own.
I have learned a valuable lesson today. Accidents happen. They happen to parents who love and protect and obsess about their children.
And....to always check the brakes.
Little mommy-fails happen all the time...diapers forgotten when you're out for the day, dress the baby in shorts and a t shirt cause its warm at your house (but 60* at daycare an hour away), feed the baby some kind of premixed breakfast pouch only to realize later you've given your baby who hasn't pooped in 3 days a huge serving of bananas and rice. Inconveniences, yes, but none of these are major offenses.
Today was a major offense.
After Precious Baby's perfect little photo shoot with Santa, we hurried to a middle school near home to see one of my nephew's soccer games. I was so excited that Hubby had the afternoon off and would actually be able to come! We were meeting everyone there.
I got out of the car, pulled the stroller out and put the brakes on. For a split second, I went for my purse and the fast food I'd brought but then realized I wouldn't have anywhere to put it while I loaded PB in the stroller. So I got PB out and strapped him in the stroller and went back for my purse. My sister was parked 3 cars up the little inclined driveway getting her son out of the car. As she starts toward me, she starts hollering and pointing.
I know what is happening behind me. And that's when my life switches to slow-motion. I turn around for what feels like hours. But it's way too late. PB is strapped in his stroller.....which has pivoted, rolled down the sidewalk a few feet, off a curb and is now laying on its side in the drive. I run to the stroller and right it. PB looks stunned and then starts wailing. But who can hear him over my screaming??
My sister, calm as the day is long, helps my frantic hands undo PB's straps and pull him out. He's crying, I'm crying...and running in circles. Full-blown panic. I have no.idea.what.to.do. She dials Hubby, I tell him what happened and he manifests from the soccer field in 2.7 seconds.
Hubby, knowing I will not rest without a medical ok to do so, agrees to drive us to the ER. PB cries for another 5 minutes and then is smiling at me in the backseat. And he quietly falls asleep.
Due to his tender age, we're fast-tracked at the ER. He's got a little bump and a little bruise on the side of his little head. PB is acting totally normally. A quick check by the doc and we're on our way home. Thank God.
Yep, I'm "that mom". The one that doesn't check the brakes. Who turns her back to grab her purse. Who stays cool under pressure when other people's children are hurt or sick, but loses her mind when it's her own.
I have learned a valuable lesson today. Accidents happen. They happen to parents who love and protect and obsess about their children.
And....to always check the brakes.
I had "fails" too and still do. I went to the bathroom and Sweet Baby crawled up three stairs and then fell down three stairs. FAIL! I was changing SB's diaper and he rolled off the couch. I WAS RIGHT THERE! How did that happen? I'll tell you how, fast. Dang baby boys and their accidents.
ReplyDeleteAh, see. That's what I need to hear. Mothers I look up to having similar experiences. Phew.
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