Today was a terrible day! I took Isaiah shopping as he is badly in need of pajamas since he has grown out of almost all of his. Anyway, in the parking lot, I stopped to change his diaper in the car- I unbuckled him from the stroller, turned for one second to put the changing pad down- and the next thing I see is my baby boy on the ground crying. He had climbed out of his stroller and fell onto the asphalt. Imagine my horror! I pick him up and he has 2 HUGE scrapes on his forehead! My poor sweet little boy. I can't believe I DID THIS! WHY DID I UNBUCKLE HIM BEFORE I WAS READY? I clean up his face and I call his daddy, totally distraught, feeling like the worst parent ever! I make him look up the symptoms of a concussion and read them to me just in case. Dave tries to console me, saying that accidents happen, and I can't prevent every single one. But I still feel awful. I feel like I am responsible for everything that does and does not happen to him. I would rather have the scrapes on my face twice as deep and the pain twice as bad. I wish I could go back into time and do it all over again. I know it was an accident. I know he's resilent. Not even 5 minutes later he was laughing and giving me kisses. I know Isaiah's scrapes will heal and he's probably already forgotten about it. But it kills me to see this big scrape on his otherwise beautiful, perfectly soft baby face. It breaks my heart because this was my fault. A moment of weakness and a lapse in judgement. This isn't even the first time he's gotten hurt, but it is the worst boo-boo he's gotten thus far. No amount of kisses or wishes, could ever take it back. I know I will just have to get used to this- I know he will get hurt many more times right before my eyes, and there will be many more tears for the both of us. Especially now since Isaiah is on the verge of his first steps. His world will open up to a hundred thousand more potential accidents, and there will be many more owwies to come. I guess I should stock up on Superman bandaids and Neosporin!
