We had our first big scare this past weekend as I watched my precious baby boy roll off of a lounge chair by the pool. I was holding him in place with one hand as I reached into the diaper bag and as soon as he settled down, I let go for literally 2 seconds to grab a diaper. As I looked up, I saw my son rolling over the edge of the lounger. There was nothing I could do--the boy had no britches to grab onto--and I had to run around to the other side before I could pick him up in my arms and soothe him. Thankfully, he hardly had any marks at all save for barely noticeable tiny pink indentations where the tiny rocks and concrete surface met the back of his head and his side. I was a wreck all weekend although both the ER doctor and his pediatrician said he looked just great. Apparently, this is a common occurrence; I sat tear-streaked in the ER as two mothers told me of times where their newborn children rolled off a bed onto the wood floor, rolled off a couch at 2 weeks old, and fell out of a "buggy." I was tearing up at work which again prompted well-meaning mothers to “comfort” me with "my baby rolled down a flight of stairs and I heard a thunk...thud...thunk in the basement as his head met wooden stair after wooden stair. All I could think was "y'all AREN'T helping." We don’t even put him on the contoured changing table since he now can kick his legs up over the side and would propel himself over if he weren't held down by yours truly. His rambunctious nature compels me to keep a hand on him at all times. I know this!
Thankfully we got through this boo-boo okay and I constantly pray for the Lord to watch over Kaleb even if he falls as I know my baby boy will very well find himself in trouble. He will soon be crawling and I'm just imagining all the band-aids and antiseptic we will go through. I appreciate the Christian-based pediatric clinic we go to as the doctor comforted me with “God knew little ones were going to be rolling and bouncing around and he protected their little heads well.” And I appreciate those who comforted me with “babies are so resilient and their skulls are softer at this stage making brain bleeding very unlikely” (thanks dad) although I’m thinking fantastic, kaleb’s precious malleable, resilient, tractable head will stretch, conform, and flex as it hits cement. Kaleb, I love you so much and promise to keep a hand on you when you’re at a height above ground level, that is, until you’re old enough to know better ♥xoxoxo ♥
If any recompense for my soul’s anguish Kaleb has added new sounds to his vocabulary and began crawling just a tiny, tiny bit yesterday! He also has his first tooth coming in! (daddy noticed last Friday) He is now saying “mamamama” again in addition to his constant “dadada” babbling and has now added “nananana!” He also got very excited about my bowl of cereal and when we pushed it away he got up on his hands and knees and crawled a tiny bit to get at that bowl! His reward for sweet success? We let him swirl his hand round the bowl of milk and soggy cheerios which he LOVED. He normally just gets in crawl-ready position, rocks his body back and forth then falls flat on his face! He’ll then kick his legs and flail his arms at which point a very nerdy Steve Urkel voice sounds in my head: “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” We’ll have to use the cereal bowl more often, it’s the only object he wants badly enough to try with all his might to get. What a sight to see! I was cracking up as his leg and arm muscles were taut in a push-up pose and his whole face was red and intent on getting that bowl!
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