Tuesday, January 31, 2012

First fall

Sometimes you expect too much from people.  You expect your husband to know what you want for your birthday.  You expect your boss to give you credit for something you did without being asked.  You expect a 6 1/2 month old to stay put and understand gravity and the detremental impacts of it.  You expect that you will be the perfect parent the first go at it.
Robert fell three feet headfirst on to linoleum.  I saw it all in slow motion.  My heart broke as I saw his face change from interest to shock to fear and pain.  It was all my fault.  I guess this is the first of many parenting moments that I wish I could take back.
He was so brave.  After he cried and slept it off, I really broke down and started bawling.  He looked at with concern and hugged my face with his tiny hands.
 The night of the fall.
 A couple days later.
About a week after the fall.

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