Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic. Still, that’s how I felt when I saw him after the fall.
Here’s the background – Jackson is almost 11 months old and he is hell-bent on walking soon. Great goal, except he wobbles like a drunken sailor on the high seas. And he has no idea that he can’t actually walk yet. Oh, and did I mention that he has absolutely no fear?
So this past weekend he decided to transfer from his baby gate to the fireplace (about 10 inches). This is something he has been doing for months, but now he has lost the ability to judge the space correctly and he just sort of collapses. The first time he did this I was sitting maybe two feet from him and he slammed his chin into the fireplace. Bloody mouth, screaming, the whole deal. I kept my composure while I soothed him (and thankfully, no stiches needed) and then promptly broke into tears as soon as he went to sleep.
Fast forward to day 2 – I was gone to coach practice and when I came home I heard the story from my husband, who had convinced himself I would never leave JB alone with him again. He fell again on the fireplace, but this time hit his eye and nose and got some cuts right above his eye. Thank goodness I wasn’t here to witness this, because I would have had a small stroke.
Following this episode, JB then decides to do the same thing on our coffee table – cutting his mouth again and shoving his almost new tooth back up in his mouth. What a crappy Saturday for this child.
So now we have no coffee table, ottomans shoved around the fireplace, and two freaked out parents who are terrified to let this child even look like he might wobble.
Please tell me this is normal and that all babies look like they got in a bar fight over some milk and the closest seat to a showing of the new Baby Einstein, because if not, we are officially the world’s crappiest parents.
Here he is in all his beat-up glory: