She is going through some very big developmental stuff right now, so her little brain is on overdrive. Aria actually isn't the best sleeper anyway. She's one of those kids who wants to be awake all the time because she doesn't want to miss anything.
While I love her spirit…girl needs some sleep!
Well, I have one really awesome thing to brag about, and one really awful thing to shamefully confess.
On the awesome front…I made Aria this sweet little dress a few nights ago!
I wish I had more time on my hands. I love to make things…but the time just isn't there. Our days are so full right now, that I can usually choose one thing to do for myself every 4 days. The other 3 days I'm just so darn tired that I sit in silence until I start hearing my neighbors do whatever it is that they do so loudly over there, and then I watch Dexter kill people for an hour before I give in to sleep.
On the scary as shit, someone call the authorities because I'm obviously not qualified to take care of another, much cuter, human, front…Aria rolled off of our bed on Wednesday morning.
Our bed is high. And she just rolled right off the side.
My initial reaction was yelling her name in extreme desperation. Then I scooped her up saying "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." She was screaming because it probably hurt worse than anything she's ever experienced thus far.
I cuddled and snuggled and tried everything in my power to make her feel better. Calm on the outside, but falling apart on the inside. How in the world could I let this happen? How could I let my sweet baby fall off of my bed????
I suspected it a few times before, but now I'm sure that I'm the worst mother on the face of the earth.
She fell directly on her face, and her nose. I don't think I'll ever forget the sound of her hitting the floor. Or the sound of her scream.
I contacted her Pediatrician and he gave me the walk through of how to assess her, and what to watch for.
I've watched her like a hawk for the past day and a half.
She is okay. Her nose is swollen and bruised, and she has a rug burn. But overall she's as slap happy as usual.
My soul is a little darker and the mommy guilt has gotten me pretty good too. I also can't help but notice Aria's eyes are a little less trusting when she looks at me.
I even rolled myself off of the bed a few times, to see how it felt.
For the record. It didn't help me feel better.
In an attempt to end this post on a happy note, here are some pictures of my sweet pooper face from this weekend.
Happy Thursday.
Don't feel too bad. I won't win parent of the year. Both my children have successfully fallen off the hed :( F fell off the bed around 6 months reaching for a cell phone as i turned to grab diapers. A few days ago in our Seattle hotel Rad straight up crawled off the bed. That bugger is FAST. He had some rug burn too. I felt so terrible. My pediatrician (who has 5 children) was like-it happens to the best of us
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