Friday, July 1, 2011
life with a boy
Sometimes, being a mom is the scariest thing in the world.
Nothing strikes fear so deep into my heart than the possibility of something bad happening to my kids. When they hurt, I hurt. I can so quickly get just sick to my stomach over the prospect of them being in danger.
Worry gets me nowhere. My worrying does not protect my kids from harm.
Yesterday, the scariest thing that has ever happened to me as a mom (so far, anyway) happened. I am embarrassed to admit here that this happened. I still want to throw up when I think about it.
Mac fell down the stairs.
I was in the bathroom cleaning Brynlee up after a little, ahem, accident. She definitely likes playing more than STOPPING playing to take a trip to the bathroom. Anyway, little stealth man somehow sneaked past the bathroom door and I didn't realize that he had done that until I heard a thump, thump, then a cry.
Oh my goodness my baby boy was laying facedown on the tile in our entryway.
Now granted, it was only half a flight of stairs, but still. TILE. What mother lets their not even 8 month old fall down the stairs onto tile??!! I had no idea he could crawl that far or that fast! I got to the bottom of the stairs in about one leap and picked him up. He was crying and didn't seem to be hurt in any major way. I was shaking, crying, praying, and saying "It's okay, baby," over and over. I was a wreck. He seemed to shake it off pretty quickly and was crawling around again and laughing in no time. Nevertheless, I waited an hour or so before putting him down for a nap and checked him about every 3 minutes during his nap. I've been keeping a close eye on him for the past 36 hours or so and he seems to be unscathed, other than a little scratch on his nose.
Now to even further my feelings of being a horrible mom, this is not the first time Mac has escaped injury very narrowly. Last week, he fell off a bed (I turned for a SECOND to grab a diaper) and I managed to break his fall with my leg, but he did smack his head on the nightstand. Oh, and he also fell face-first in the bathtub as I was lifting Brynlee to put her in the tub. So add almost drowning to the list.
Now tell me, this has to be a boy thing, right?! I mean, Brynlee might give me a run for my money in the drama department, but she has never been as daring as Mac is. I remember my brother needing to go to the hospital 4 or 5 times in the span of a year for various injuries, yet my sister and I went maybe twice, combined, EVER. And don't get me started on my dad and his injuries. We always tease him that he can't do a project without inflicting some type of wound on himself. Ohhh my and my son is not even a year old yet. I'm not sure my blood pressure can take this!
All light-heartedness about this subject aside, I am just so, so, SO grateful that Mac did not get seriously hurt falling down the stairs. I mean, that could have been REALLY bad. I pray for my children's safety daily, and I can't see this as anything but an ANSWER to my prayers. I truly don't know how Mac fell and how he DIDN'T get hurt... but I DO know God was with him and protected him.