Wednesday, October 21, 2009

And the winner of Mother of the Year Award goes to...

Yes, I am the winner of the Mother of the Year award!  Monday was such a fun day, my little guy went all around with me getting supplies for orders.  Brody was being such a good baby.  He napped, he giggled, he talked - even saying Mama several times.  I was feeling so blessed and happy that I have him. 

The weather was so beautiful outside and after I picked up the kids from school, we walked around delivering our block party invitations door-to-door.  Brody was still in his stroller and I decided my flowers needed a watering since they haven't had a drink since the last rain.  I put the stroller on the edge of the driveway and the grass.  I had my back turned for a short time and I happened to look back to check on him right as he tumbled out of the stroller face first on the hard concrete. 

Panic, panic, panic - all I could think of is he is going to die.  I rushed him in the house and ran around in circles checking him out and crying telling him how sorry mommy was.  I am still crying over it, even now as I write this.  His forehead has a big concrete stamp on it, his nose is all skinned up and his nose started bleeding a little.  Luckily, his teeth were ok.  I called mom right away and she was nowhere to be found.  I didn't know if I should take him to the ER.  I called my neighbor down the street who is a nurse and she said to just watch him and if he starts acting different, then take him.  Blake called Tim and he rushed home. 

I couldn't take my arms off of him as he screamed and screamed.  The sound of his head hitting the concrete played in my mind over and over. I held him as he napped, listened to his breathing thinking he could have a horrible brain injury and I could lose him at any moment.  I prayed and prayed for him.  I can't imagine our lives without him.  It was not a good night of sleep for either of us.  When I went back to look at the stroller later Monday night, it looks like the front tray was not clipped in all the way making it easy for him to fall over as he leaned over. 

The ironic thing about this accident is all last week I couldn't stop thinking about the mother of the little baby whose stroller took off and fell into the tracks of an oncoming train.  The train ran over his stroller and he was safe with just a bump on his forehead because he was so clipped so tightly.

 I ask myself over and over why didn't I learn from that.  From now on, he's clipped in with shoulder straps.  Luckily, he was pretty low to the ground when he fell out.  One of my worst fears happened, having him hit his head on the concrete.  I always hold him so tight if he is not in the stroller, praying I don't trip. He's ok now, I still watch him and am thankful that I get a second chance with him.  I know this was God's way of telling me to slow down!

Smiling after all that!

1 comment:

  1. Poor lil punkin! You are an awesome mom. Remember that!