Motherhood is...
Cursing every stuffed animal within 2 miles because you can't remember the last time you slept more than three hours.
And then missing her right when she finally falls asleep.
And peeking in to see if you can sneak a kiss.
But she hasn't completely settled yet. She stirs as you try to back out and close the door, and it creaks. And you curse the door and the tree it came from for almost waking her.
And then you resign yourself to rejoining your snoozing husband.
Who by the way is now deadweight sprawled across the entire bed.
And you find refuge on the couch. Since you know you'll be up again in an hour anyway.
The Story of a Trip and Fall
Saturday night my husband and I went to a local mall for some errands (snowpants for our six month old girl, black pants for me, etc.) and it turned into a really fun little outing. I had my girl in my front baby carrier facing outward, and she was loving flirting with everyone who passed by.
While in one store, we were shopping for a pair of pants for me, and one in a crunch of clueless teenagers backed up and put his foot right in front of me. Split second, I was falling, terrified of landing on my girl, and all I could think was to try to twist my body under her. I landed, she screamed, and my husband rushed over to grab her out of the carrier and make sure she was okay.
I was in shock, and crying, and my girl's dollopy tears were gushing. I remember accusing one of the teens of tripping me (I still feel bad about that, even though he really did) and I started crying myself.
She is just fine- no bump, no bruises, nothing. Thank God. I have a huge bruise on my knee and my shoulder aches. I succeeded in rolling.
Of course I still turn this over in my mind, playing it out again and again, wondering how I could have prevented it. And the details are growing fuzzy-- I don't remember what actually happened versus my impression of it anymore. The terror, the adrenaline. Such a simple and common situation, and yet so incredibly dangerous. I don't even want to know what could have happened if I hadn't turned my body.
I don't know why we have to be reminded of how fleeting our joy can be, but I am very grateful for good luck and thick skulls.
While in one store, we were shopping for a pair of pants for me, and one in a crunch of clueless teenagers backed up and put his foot right in front of me. Split second, I was falling, terrified of landing on my girl, and all I could think was to try to twist my body under her. I landed, she screamed, and my husband rushed over to grab her out of the carrier and make sure she was okay.
I was in shock, and crying, and my girl's dollopy tears were gushing. I remember accusing one of the teens of tripping me (I still feel bad about that, even though he really did) and I started crying myself.
She is just fine- no bump, no bruises, nothing. Thank God. I have a huge bruise on my knee and my shoulder aches. I succeeded in rolling.
Of course I still turn this over in my mind, playing it out again and again, wondering how I could have prevented it. And the details are growing fuzzy-- I don't remember what actually happened versus my impression of it anymore. The terror, the adrenaline. Such a simple and common situation, and yet so incredibly dangerous. I don't even want to know what could have happened if I hadn't turned my body.
I don't know why we have to be reminded of how fleeting our joy can be, but I am very grateful for good luck and thick skulls.
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