After I set her down in her chair, I went to my iMac and began my daily ritual of research and reading when I was interrupted by the dreaded “thud”.
Yes, my daughter fell off the couch! I immediately ran over to the couch and saw her on the floor looking up at me with tear filled eyes while that breathless cry began to yelp out from her tiny lungs.
My first responder training moved me to check her head, neck, spine and limbs. After a few yelps and sniffles, she was smiling again and ready for more Mickey Mouse.
I immediately began kicking myself in the ass and had the following thoughts:
– As detailed and attentive as I am, how could I let this happen?!
– I underestimated my daughter’s physical ability. this little girl can sit herself up and hold herself in the pike position – all at 4 months.
– I didn’t build an environment that would keep her safe. I should have put the ottoman in front of the couch.
– I was careful not to project my feelings of fear unto her. fear is taught and so I didn’t want to make her fearful based on my fear.
Needless to say, this will not happen again however, this was an eye opener to “new” parenthood and just how fast babies grow. After all, this same morning she learned to roll herself over!