This am we are playing in her room as we are getting ready, listening to the AWESOME CD that Natalie, er, Jen made for Malka, dancing, and the like. She's kind of too big for her changing table unless she's REALLY tired or REALLY Distracted, so we have a futon-like sofa thing in her room, which doubles as a snuggle space and guest bed. So I put her on the futon-sofa-thing to get her dressed, change diaper, etc. Music is playing, all is well, Narda comes in the room, I turn around to grab a hair containment device and her brush, Narda screams OH MY G-D! I turn aorund, and we watch in v-e-r-y-s-l-o-w-m-o-t-i-o-n as our baby goes from a sitting position to falling HEAD FIRST to the hard wood floor. Beat beat beat. Cry (phew), run, pick up baby, Narda is flapping her arms in distress, and I'm sitting there calmly (thank you, Lexapro!) hugging my crying baby to make sure there's no bump (so far, none, thank G-d!) and comfort my baby who is now hugging me. (Awwww)
Narda remembers her BIG bonk-a-boo from DC and how we forgot to give her drugs, so she reminds me to give her tylenol, and we go about continuing to get ready for "school." (aka daycare).
She falls asleep in the stroller, but wakes up when we get to daycare, and I tell everyone that she had her bonk-a-boo and to keep an eye on her, that she should be fine, but to please keep watch.
OY, my poor baby - this is her 3rd MAJOR fall in just a year with us - HOW awful are we?