Certainly NOT me.
After a long day of juggling work and Owen on Friday, we sat down for some quiet time on the couch. What a big boy he is, he can now sit on the couch all by himself and play with a toy (of course leaning back on a pillow). I sit right in front of him on the floor so that I’m at eye level and we play with his little crab rattle, enjoying every minute. I turn my body to grab a bag of pistachios off the floor and turn back…. only to see my child tumbling in front of me, too quick to catch, and hit his head right on the floor.
Cue crying… his and mine. Me holding him bawling telling him how I’ll never let him fall again and that I can’t explain to him how sorry I am. And that “mummy is the worst mummy that has ever existed”. Over and over with I love you, and kisses, and guilt. Literally, within arm’s reach, directly in front of me, I let my child fall to the floor. Totally preventable, and totally stupid. Luckily it was way more traumatic for me than it was for him, he stopped crying within a minute or two while I continued to sob asking my sister if I should be calling 911. She assured me that her son has fallen on his head countless times, and he’s turning out a-ok.
Why would I EVER sit here and write this? I’m pretty sure there will be a couple readers who are mortified that I would ever neglect my child like that and then *gasp* not get a doctor involved. But I’m sure hoping there are other moms out there who have watched their child clunk their heads into more than one hard surface and lived to tell about it.