Terrible!

Any morning I have to get up before the sun is usually not good. So when Justin informed me of his early flight time, I was less than thrilled. Being the good wife, I dragged myself out of bed and took him to the airport. I even made him coffee prior to leaving the house so one of us would have a good morning.

I was exhausted when I got home. Lindsay had slept the whole trip, so she was glad to be out of the car. I did some cleaning while she played on the floor for a couple of hours, nap time wouldn't come soon enough! Finally she made the "feed me" cry and I was happy to rock her to sleep. After I got Lindsay in her crib I climbed back in bed and we both got some well needed sleep.

It didn't seem like that long before I was awaken by Lindsay singing. I couldn't believe it had been more than two hours! I brought her to my bed and fed her while I was dozing. She took advantage of my weakened state and crawled off. She woke me up again twenty minutes later, this time screaming. I looked around the bed and couldn't find her, after further investigation I found her on the floor. She had fallen head first off the end of the bed! The worst part is that she hit the wood bed frame on the way to the floor. Talk about feeling like the worst parent ever!

She was very upset and rightfully so. As I was trying to comfort her I was checking the back of her head. I couldn't believe that there wasn't a mark! When I turned her around to talk to her I noticed blood near the bridge of her nose and right nostril. Her forehead had a red mark as well. The guilt was just racking up! She wouldn't let me clean her up at all. I was able to touch her face a bit to make sure she hadn't broken any bones, but I wasn't sure about a concussion.

Since it was Saturday and the doctors office was closed, I called my mom. No answer. Called Holley, no answer. I was able to get Aunt Joie on the phone, another experienced Dr. Mom. She reassured me that Lindsay would be ok, just watch her. She told me this wasn't the first time a kid fell off the bed and it wouldn't be the last. Kids are resilient, blah, blah, blah. It did make me feel a little better, but I still feel like a crappy parent. I know she won't remember this incident when she gets older and I wish I wouldn't either, but her injury is going to remind me of it for at least a week! Hopefully I can chalk this up to experience and not have to deal with this type of incident again for a while.

Thank you Joie for calling me back so quickly and letting me interrupt your lunch! You are awesome and I love you.