It was bound to happen, I know. But I really would have preferred for it to be on someone else's shift. A few days ago Cole decided to throw himself out of the stroller while he was with Mum-mum. He leaped over my arms and somersaulted onto the patio, head & face first. And despite it happening in what seemed like slow motion, I was not quick enough to grab him. After a frantic call to Nana, she came rushing to check on him and turns out he's fine, just scratched and bruised.
I, on the other hand, was a mess. I am normally very calm (I think) but something about the sound a baby's head makes when hitting concrete totally freaked me out. Keith pointed out that little boys are bound to get lots of bruises and scratches, and we'd be doing lots of bandaging and kissing booboos in the future.
And maybe I wont cry and throw up each time it happens. Just maybe.
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