I can still hear the thud.
The sound of my 19-month-old Smiley’s body hitting the floor after falling, head first I expect, out of her cot.
My heart still races when I retell the story.
I knew instantly what had happened when I heard that thud – the inevitable, I guess, when you have a cot that can’t be lowered and a toddler who is a daredevil. In the seconds it took me to reach her I knew that she had fallen out, I just didn’t know how badly she was hurt.
Panic ripped through me as I sprinted toward her room. As I flung open the bedroom door and scanned the floor for her, I realised that not only had she fallen out of the cot, I had just squashed her when I opened the door. Talk about adding insult to injury.
There she was in a ball behind the door, my little babe, screaming her head off and holding her nose saying, ‘hurt, hurt’.
I would like to say I remained calm, but I was shaking like a leaf as I yelled at my three-year-old to stop laughing. This was no scene out of Funniest Home Videos, but Miss Three found it absolutely hilarious that her little sister had fallen out of the cot.
As I picked Smiley up and attempted to soothe her, I was all consumed with guilt – wracked with guilt for placing her in the cot when she was upset and didn’t want to be there, wracked with guilt for putting her in a cot that she had outgrown, and wracked with guilt that I had almost flattened her as I opened the door.
By the time we got to the doctor, who thankfully squeezed us in, I was bordering on being a nervous wreck.
It was almost the end of an exhausting couple of weeks filled with sickness and demanding kids. That day alone, Smiley had cried off and on, a miserable, raw cry, for close to three hours. Nothing I could do would make her happy.
If only I knew taking her to the doctor was all I needed to do to bring her smile back. As soon as she saw the doctor she gave him her trademark smile leaving me to look like a crazy paranoid mother making up stories.
Don’t you just love them?!
You will be pleased to know Smiley escaped the incident without injury, is almost over her virus, and is getting prepped for her move into a big girl bed this weekend. (She is in a safer portacot for now).
As for me, I’m coming off a lovely weekend filled with ‘me’ time and trying to not be so hard on myself in the future.
What have your children done to scare the living daylights out of you lately? Do they make you look like a crazy woman too?
Linking up today with Essentially Jess for IBOT.