‘don’t drop the baby.’ That is when you hold the baby in your arms and sort of let it slide down your front while saying ‘uh oh, don’t drop the baby!!’ My oldest niece loved that game when she was about 1!
Why won’t I play it? Because I actually did drop Adam yesterday at around 1915. He’s in the hospital. He cracked his skull a little bit.
He’s fine, really, just in for observation and some scans and hopefully will be home tomorrow.
But I dropped him. One second he was in my arms, the next he was on the floor, crying.
Intellectually I know he is fine. Emotionally I feel like the worse mum ever.
I have now heard what seems like 100s of dropped baby stories from friends and relatives.
Doesn’t really make me feel better.
I.Dropped.My.Baby.
Poor wee dote. 23 days old, been in hospital 11 of those days.
I just want my baby home for good. No more accidents, okay?
[hugs] to both of you.
I know what you mean — I let M1 crawl off the bed once, and there’s nothing you could have said to me that would have made me feel better. I really hope you do though.
You aren’t a bad mum…and it happens. But yeah, he needs to be home with you. If you are going to be stressed and exhausted, you want a new baby to show as your badge. 😉
The stories are hard…they are meant to be camaraderie, but sometimes I feel like “wow, you think I’m as much of a dumb ass as you are? Dang.”
23 days! Almost ready to be described in weeks! My prayers and love are with you guys…and hey, maybe you are front-loading the child angst, and will fly through the teenage years with a friendly and loving kid? 🙂
Oh no! *hugs tight*