...changing table and all.
so let me preface this post by saying that he's ok.
long story short, Danny ended up head-first into his hamper last night, despite being buckled into his changing table. (I needed a clean onesie and his pjs, but because I just did laundry that day, they were in a basket in rhena's room, so I gave danny a toy, strapped his ass down into the changing pad, and headed to rhena's room for the change of clothes. as I was walking back to danny's room, I heard a sickening THUD. I discovered Danny head-first in his empty hamper, changing pad still on the table, strap still buckled shut.)
After I pulled him out, stripped him down to his diaper to check for broken or bruised anythings, I did cry for about an hour... him? maybe a minute, if that.
Overall, I am just completely exhausted today. from the emotional stress, to the physical wear and tear of not sleeping, because I was at his crib-side for any and all noises he made last night.
I am BEYOND thankful for his well being (not a scratch, bump or bruise!) , for Troy being the best husband and father EVER (not only did he take care of Rhena, but calmed MY hysterical ass down and not once tried to pull the 'how the fuck did you let THAT happen' card on me), for having a pediatrician as a friend and next-door neighbor (she gave danny a full exam and told me exactly how to monitor him throughout the evening) and just thankful in general because he is my precious baby Daniel, and I would just as soon have my own skin ripped off than to see him hurt in any way.
I'll be back to my regular bitching and moaning tomorrow. today I'm just going to be thankful. and you know... change Danny on the floor.
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Oh no, that would be soooo scary! It reminds me of the time when we moved here to Cali and the PCS guys put Crazy's crib together. Well that first night, I heard him screaming pitifully, really weird like, only to find that they didn't screw the mattress in tight to the frame and he was pinned between the mattress the rail. By his neck. His little body was flailing beneath his crib while his head was stuck. It was so scary. I was screaming for Hubs and he had to push down on the mattress so I could get his head out. I cried too, and had him sleep with us the rest of the night. Hubs later went and fixed the crib. Very scary stuff!
Oh honey! That is so scary. Great news that the moosey is fine, and hopefully you are feeling better too. I know that feeling of terror from when Jackson rolled off the couch. Yikes. You are a wonderful mom with a great husband and super cute family. Love ya!
You poor thing. I am so sorry...and so glad he's okay! I know you already know that it's not your fault. Ava fell off the couch last month. I propped her on the boppy and by the time I reached the kitchen, she was on the floor screaming. Oops.
You're a great momma. Remember that.
Aww... girlie, I'm so sorry that happened, but I'm glad he's ok!
And he looks adorable here! What a cutie!
M~
You're a great mom! But sorry about the scare for both of you. Who knew the Mooser could be so sly and spry to slither out of the pad and backhandspring into the hamper. Many kisses on both of your sweet heads. and maybe a nibble on his cheeks. Yours too if you want?
When TJ was really small, he fell off of our bed. Our bed is really high off of the floor. I thought I was going to die. He cried for a few minutes, and then he was fine. I, on the other hand, cried, and cried, and cried...and watched his every single move. When he went to sleep for a nap, I was sure he had a concussion and was going to die. Naturally, he was fine, but perhaps that can explain what's wrong w/him now!
Since then I've calmed down a bit. I've discovered that kids are made of rubber, and there's precious little you can do to actually hurt them!
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