As a new parent (although I'm sure the same is true for seasoned vets), I really do strive to make the best decisions I can for Isabella. I do my best to make sure that she's happy, healthy, and safe. 95% of the time, I hit my mark. Sometimes, however, I fail, flop, and flub up miserably. Let me tell you about my less than shining moments as a mommy.
Monday, February 22, 2010
About a month ago I was walking down the stairs with Isabella in one hand and my phone in the other. She arched her neck to lean backwards and banged her head on the wall. She didn't cry, she just got this really confused expression on her face. Fail.
Once I was trying to put the child down for a nap, and she was crying hysterical. Now you all know that she's not the best napper, but even this was out of sorts for her. She was wailing. Andy came up to offer some assistance (so you know it was bad because usually he stays away during nap time). "Is she wet?" No. "Teething pain?" I just gave her Hylands. "Well you just fed her right?" Ummmm....I forgot to give the kid her damn bottle. No wonder she was crying, the poor girl was hungry. Huge fail.
This one is Andy's fail, but it's pretty funny. I was doing the laundry and getting dinner ready, so I asked him to play with Isabella, give her dinner, and take her upstairs and start the bedtime routine. I'm cooking and folding. I hear them laughing and playing upstairs. I meet him up there and give her her bath, bottle, and bed. Andy and I are sitting and eating, when I asked him what she had for dinner. His "oh shit" look spread across his face. "Did you forget to feed her?" I asked him. "She didn't cry for it" I hadn't realized we were in the practice of making our child cry for her dinner. Man fail.
Around Christmas time we were having some seasonably warm weather, so I bundled up Isabella and took her for a morning walk. Halfway through she starts whining. So I just brush it off as her being fresh. Then she starts really crying, so I just figure that she's being fussy and I turn around and take her home. Only to find that she wasn't fresh or fussy, she was cold. She had managed to kick off her boots and her socks and her little tootsies were exposed.
Let's just hope the kid makes it to her 1st birthday unscathed.
Posted by Melissa G. at 3:02 PM