An eventful morning this was. First of all, don’t freak out and don’t judge. From what I am to understand, this kind of stuff happens all the time…
A few months back, I remember reading a friend’s Facebook status update saying that her daughter had just rolled over for the first time…and fallen off their bed as a result and they were headed to the emergency room to be safe. I can thankfully say that I didn’t judge, but was more worried and took it as a cautionary tale. Well, fast forward a little ways and here we are.
In the mornings, we’ve developed a pretty nice routine. I wake up between 6 and 6:30, hop in the shower, and get myself ready. Then, I pick up Miles, feed him breakfast, and lay him on the couch with some toys while I pull our things together to go. (Do you see where this is going?) Miles has been rolling over for a while now, but we’ve never had any trouble with him as long as he’s entertained and we always keep an eye on him. I literally stepped 10 feet away to hang a towel up in the bathroom, and…plop. Miles pretty much face-planted from the couch to the floor.
Luckily, Miles is built tough like his daddy and barely seemed to notice anything had happened, unlike his mother who almost suffered a coronary. Just a couple of red marks on his face, he went on to drink his morning bottle, flail his arms and legs while getting dressed, and giggle at his dad’s silly noises as usual. From what I’ve heard, it’s a bit of a rite of passage for both parents and babies. If you think otherwise, humor me. I feel bad enough.