Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Yeah, I wanted to feel like him.

 

 

Last week, all in one day:

 

Callan spit up ALL OVER himself and his carseat and his blanket at the gym while I was trying a cycle class. The child care workers came to get me afraid it was vomit. It wasn't but it was still pretty gross and everywhere. Dripping as I walked his carseat to the stroller. Then a kid, seriously, stuck his finger in the drips and licked it. sick.

 

I also didn't have anything but a onesie for him, which would have been fine if we were going home, but we weren't! We were headed to a playdate at a mcdonalds, right by the gym...25 minutes from our home.

 

So, I braved TARGET, by myself, with ALL three kids.

This is how I had them all in the cart! Michael sitting on the handle bars!

 

It actually wasn't too bad.

Michael only ran away once. But he has gotten really fast so I had to leave the babies in the cart and chase him around the corner. Felt like the worst mom ever!

And I've learned to never let him down to "push the cart" ever again and we found a cute overrall outfit on clearance for 5 bucks!

 

We, then, went to Mcdonalds and everything was great. Michael had a happy meal and was playing his heart out with his little buddies, then he came over to climb over me to get to his food (i think?) and I set Callan down next to me (we were in a booth seat) so I could help Michael over.  The next thing I know, I hear a thud. Oh my gosh. My tiny, 6 month old baby just fell on the cold, hard tile floor under us.

He cried immediately, which apparently, is a good sign. I picked him up, horrified. HOW IN THE WORLD DID I LET THAT HAPPEN? what kind of mother am i?

I start to comfort him and

I turn around to my friends and say "what do i do?"

Thank goodness for the great ladies who were with me. They all had some kind of imformation to help. Like checking his pupils, knowing that crying was good, etc.

I give him his binki, calm him, and feed him.

I see his bruise coming and instead of falling on his skull, it seems he fell on his cheek area.

He eventually fell asleep (which I also had to ask whether that was ok)

and seems to be well now.

It was horrible. I felt SO bad for my poor little guy.

 

I am a firm believer in "They could roll over/fall off" now.

Still can't believe that happened.

 

Before we left, I heard a lady across the play place telling her husband who'd just come in "Her (motioning to me somewhat discreetly) baby fell on its head."

 

I wanted to die.

 

People have been reassuring me that "all kids get dropped on their head at some point."

It makes me feel a little better I guess.