I drop a lot of things in a day… there’s the usual drops: socks into laundry basket, diaper into garbage, onion peel onto floor, ball into bucket and the occasional baby onto head!!! Wait a minute…whhhhaaatttt!!
Yep you read that right… I dropped the baby today. It was a soft drop from only a foot high onto soft-ish hardwood floor. I turned my back after setting him onto the oversized leather couch and dang that boy can move now…seconds later I looked over and watched him, tumble head first onto the floor.
Immediately afterwards, he had a look of disgust and total annoyance before it turned to a new “you hurt me!” type of cry. My friend Joanne was over. Thank goodness, she told me I’ve made it! What? Yep I’ve experienced my rite of passage into parenthood… all mom’s are doing it apparently! Dropping their baby, that is.
So I get to thinking how naïve I’ve been to think that my rite of passage could have been carrying around a 30lb protursion out the front of my abdomen for 9months, or delivering that 8lb 6oz watermelon through my … never mind, or enduring the first few days of breastfeeding, or the long nights of nursing with just my Iphone apps. Yep, those were nothing compared to the guilt I felt this morning when I let Connor “slide” off the couch head first.
It’s official: 7 months into baby #2 and when baby falls off the couch … that’s when it hits me… this is my final rite…those previous milestones exist only to laugh in my face once Connor took his first head leading tumble. I feel slightly worse than awful! I never dropped Kai but then again, I never had a 3 year old wearing me down in the background all day everyday (no excuses!).
So while it’s obvious my future holds many more “rites of passage” and “parenting milestones”, today was most definitely a rite that I hadn’t prepared myself for. I’m checking on Connor’s status like every 3 minutes, cradling his head (75th %tile by the way) to ensure he knows, I know, I’ve made it!
Yep you read that right… I dropped the baby today. It was a soft drop from only a foot high onto soft-ish hardwood floor. I turned my back after setting him onto the oversized leather couch and dang that boy can move now…seconds later I looked over and watched him, tumble head first onto the floor.
Immediately afterwards, he had a look of disgust and total annoyance before it turned to a new “you hurt me!” type of cry. My friend Joanne was over. Thank goodness, she told me I’ve made it! What? Yep I’ve experienced my rite of passage into parenthood… all mom’s are doing it apparently! Dropping their baby, that is.
So I get to thinking how naïve I’ve been to think that my rite of passage could have been carrying around a 30lb protursion out the front of my abdomen for 9months, or delivering that 8lb 6oz watermelon through my … never mind, or enduring the first few days of breastfeeding, or the long nights of nursing with just my Iphone apps. Yep, those were nothing compared to the guilt I felt this morning when I let Connor “slide” off the couch head first.
It’s official: 7 months into baby #2 and when baby falls off the couch … that’s when it hits me… this is my final rite…those previous milestones exist only to laugh in my face once Connor took his first head leading tumble. I feel slightly worse than awful! I never dropped Kai but then again, I never had a 3 year old wearing me down in the background all day everyday (no excuses!).
So while it’s obvious my future holds many more “rites of passage” and “parenting milestones”, today was most definitely a rite that I hadn’t prepared myself for. I’m checking on Connor’s status like every 3 minutes, cradling his head (75th %tile by the way) to ensure he knows, I know, I’ve made it!