A fall from grace...literally

Well, it finally happened.

Last Thursday, I found myself standing in the pediatrician's office in tears uttering the words "but I only took my eyes off him for 2 seconds" - words I swore I would never say. When I tell you it happened in about two seconds, I mean it. I put Connor on my bed surrounded by pillows, as I have done every morning, while I get the last thing I need to leave for work (my shoes). Suddenly, I heard a loud THUMP and I turned only to find my precious baby on the floor looking up at me. Of course I freaked out! He started crying, which then had me in tears. I grabbed my phone and called Mark. I am still not sure why he was the first person I called. Yes, he is my husband; however he is not a doctor, has never had a baby who fell off a bed, and is known to be quite a smart ass, but I called him nonetheless. I must say in times of crisis he manages to refrain from wisecracks and calm me down. He just told me to call the doctor and not to worry. I called the doctor, they told me to come in and I flew out of the house (faster than I ever would for work). When I arrived at the doctors office, they took us in right away and this is how the conversation with the nurse went:

Nurse: "What brings you in today?"
Me: "My son fell off my bed"
Nurse: "When?"
Me: "About 20 minutes ago"
Nurse: "Was it tile or carpet?"
Me: "Carpet"
Nurse: "Did he blackout?"
Me: "Oh god, no!"
Nurse: "I am sure he is fine, these things happen ALL the time"
Me: sniff, sniff "I know, but I am always that person that says, how did that dipshit parent let that happen and now I am standing here and I AM that dipshit parent!" sniff, sniff


The nurse proceeded to hug me, give me a tissue, and tell me that she once forgot to buckle her daughter's car seat and her 2 week old baby slipped right out onto the floor. That made me feel much better, (although I later began to question how my doctor could hire a pediatric nurse who dropped her own baby on the floor). Needless to say Connor was perfectly fine, not a scratch or bump to be found. That night I was not surprised though when I saw him up on all fours. He hasn't crawled, although he does this backwards scooting thing, so I am sure crawling isn't too far off now.

After the incident, I was flooded with stories from my friends and family whose babies have fallen off the bed, out of the crib, off a changing table, from a high chair, been lifted up into a ceiling fan (that was on), and even flipped out of a shopping cart (at a liquor store no less). Now, I am not ashamed, but proud to say I am one of those parents too because I am not a dipshit, I am only human and we learn from our mistakes. (Although, I am very happy babies are made to survive us 1st time parents)