Drama, Drama, Trauma

So it seems our baby girl can't be protected from everything. This past week was quite the traumatic week - though maybe only for mom and not for baby since she has a 30 second rebound rate. What you ask was so traumatic? Well, a couple things.


First, her daycare boyfriend bit her! Twice! Before biting himself! Yea, he was at home for a week, got used to not sharing toys or attention, and he's been in this same room for over a year now - that's gotta wear on you. So, he was lashing out and the daycare has decided to go ahead and move him to the next room for 1-2 year olds. Usually you don't get moved in there until you can walk but they think it's time. Maybe now that he sees other kids walking he'll finally decide to do it... he is 14 months!


Anyway...


So that happened on Monday and Wednesday. In addition to that we had a little accident at home here. And I preface this by saying it was an accident and we are very careful with her but sometimes stuff happens. Okay? I don't want anyone calling Child Protective Services on me!

Daylight savings time has made sleeping in a little hard for Kayla, she's been waking up between 430 and 530 every day, and when she does this I just bring her in our bed because it takes her a good 20-30 minutes to go back to sleep and I'm not about to stand there at her crib waiting for her to go back to bed.

So, on this fateful day she woke up early and I brought her into our room between Eric and I. When my alarm when off, I got up, put her in the middle of the bed, put the pillow next to her so she didn't go anywhere (Eric was on the other side of her), and went to take a shower, like I have many many times before. Part way through my shower I hear this horrible thumb and run out to find my baby girl on the floor! OMG! She fell. Off the bed! How did that happen? I scooped her up, Eric and I consoled her, I cried, she cried, Eric consoled both of us. She went back to sleep. End of story.

There were no marks, no bruises, no cuts, no nothing... she didn't act weird, she wasn't fussy, she didn't have one pupil bigger than the other... she was fine. I was a wreck. I still took her to daycare but I called every couple hours and left work early to come home and just be with her (which didn't work out because one of the earlier trains hit someone so there was a delay and alternate transportation issues, but I did make it home to her). She's no worse for wear at all. Remember - 30 second rebound rate. I think mostly it just startled her. It more than startled me. Scared the crap out of me. But once I knew she was okay, I was okay. Damn she's tough! Tougher than me I bet.


Anyway - so - 2 bites and a fall make for one crazy week. I'm glad her memory isn't strong right now - I don't want this stored in any of those creases in her baby brain!


But... now I know... I can't protect her from everything... and I can't trust her anymore not to roll over my pillow/blanket wall. (I swear she flew off there - there's no way she just randomly rolled over and off the bed... but I'll never know.) Not the way I wanted to learn these lessons but whatcha gonna do. Live and learn.