About a week ago, Andy called me at work sounding rather composed.
He had put Mr. Meh on the web and went to pee when he heard a thump. Mr. Meh had rolled off the bed onto the carpet. Apparently he didn't cry or seemed upset. He proceeded to play and laugh as he usually does.
We don't think Andy damaged the baby. I'm just glad that it wasn't me to whom this happened because I'd be freaking out. I'm already distraught at the fact that when he was two weeks old that I dropped my cell phone on his head while he was nursing, and then when he was 5+ months old I sat him down and let him topple over onto his face (he was sitting on the carpet, but it was a rather thin carpet on hardwood floors). And once he fell over backwards onto his back while he was sitting down on thick basement carpet.
Later I shared the falling off the bed story with other moms of young children. Apparently it's like a rite of passage. Everyone has a horrific "I dropped the baby" story. And all of these babies lived throught these traumas unscathed.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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