(The scene of the accident)
It was Friday. The week was over. Jacob and I were just finishing up our dinner (I ate without Rocky that night because I was going out to a "Simply Homemade Party" that I was so excited about), waited for Daddy to get home, just had a bath (since I was leaving early), and were getting ready to have our cookie. Jake was sitting nicely in his high chair (now that he was finished eating), he proceeded to smear the left overs all over his tray, and make a bigger mess for me to clean up. I got up and walked to the kitchen sink to get a washcloth (
my back was towards my child for not even 2-minutes), and all of a sudden I heard a big BOOM. I turned around and ran as fast as my body and soul would allow me, instant crying and screaming...Jacob had managed to climb out of his high chair and landed on the back of his head!!!!!! I know we are supposed to stay calm during emergency situations, but I did let out a huge scream. As I picked up my baby, he was rubbing his head, looking at me with tears rolling down his eyes, and screaming - I know he was thinking, "
mommy, why didn't you save me? How could you let me get hurt? I'm just a baby!" I know he was thinking that. Besides being terrified, I cannot imagine the pain he endured. All I could do is walk with him for 35 minutes while he was hysterical. I did speak with the doctor. Jacob passed all of the tests: no vomiting, he was alert and steady in his walking, no blood. He did, however, have a huge bump on the back of his head (huge). We needed to get through the night. We were instructed to wake him every 3 hours. The point of waking him is to make sure he knows where he is, who he is, etc...so the one thing I asked him (because it is his new favorite thing- he asks everyone who is around)- is where is your belly button? He passed that test through the night as well. It was awful. An absolute nightmare. I failed my son. It's okay. Please judge. (Because who doesn't?) Did I strap him in his high chair? No . I did not. But, I am ALWAYS right there, I NEVER leave the room. He NEVER tries to climb out. Well, now he did...while I was right there...while I was in the room. Can I forgive myself? So far, not going to happen. I have such a hard time writing this story, I feel like I am reliving it all over again. Later that night, I awoke myself and Rocky to me screaming from a nightmare reliving the evening. I am grateful for my healthy, healthy, strong baby. I will always strap him in and will never take even 1-second for granted. Oh, and about my plans for the night...well, I didn't actually make it. Lesson learned.