Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Fall. . .

Meaning the 2.4 seconds of utter terror I experienced Saturday evening as I was walking down the flight of stairs in our house and slipped on the edge of a step...while holding our baby daughter.

Any inadequacies I've felt during my first experience at being a mother (and believe me, there have been a lot) paled in comparison to the guilt and sadness that have followed this accident.  There were tears shed when Jack took our screaming baby from me right after the incident, while we checked her whole body over for any sign of injury, the moment I realized that she would no longer stand on her left leg, during the x ray where they held her down on a table, after the phone call where we were told she had a fracture in her left tibia, and every time I look at her tiny leg with the splint on it, her little toes barely peeking out of the bottom.  She is scheduled to get a hard cast on the 11th.

I've gotten a lot of support and empathy from other moms in our family. I know that almost all babies (and moms) experience accidents, and I only post this so that if anyone reading this can feel better about little mishaps they have with their babies or kids.  So next time you clip your baby's finger while cutting her nails, or give her the wrong medicine, or feel bad about losing your temper (all things which I have also done), you can think "well, at least I didn't break my baby's leg." :)
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