Baby L has started walking and I have quickly realized that I am not mentally prepared. I admire his fearlessness, but at the same time, I cringe every time I watch him fall, sometimes inches from the corner of a cabinet or table.
Yesterday, Baby L and I were playing in his play room- a room that I thought was pretty baby proofed.
No room is baby proof!
Before I even know what happened, Baby L, while walking, had fallen into the side of his play table. I waited for a reaction as I have quickly learned not to overreact every time he falls. I look down at him- his facial expression is one of pain, however, nothing is vocalized until seconds later. A pretty good sized knot and bruise quickly form above his eye. I pick him up, comfort him, and within minutes he is on the move again.
I guess this is just the beginning of many bumps, bruises, tears, and mini heart attacks for mom…:(