Faceplant

Yesterday I experienced one of the worst moments of my life to date, which was watching AJ plunge head-first off the end of our bed and crash onto the floor face first. It was like something out of a movie to feel time slow down around me as I watched his little arms and knees propel himself over the edge of the bed while I yelled "noooooo!" in slow motion and moved like I was stuck in molasses. By the time I got to him, he had flipped over on his back and was screaming his head off, which I took as a good sign that he hadn't seriously injured himself.

I felt like the worst mom in the world, because every time we go to the pediatrician's office (which is often), they give us a care sheet that clearly states not to leave the baby on the bed once they can roll over. After being super-cautious about this back when he was just starting to roll over and couldn't even crawl yet, I started to become lazy in recent weeks because he had never made so much as a move toward the edge of the bed. I don't think I had fully realized how fast he had gotten at crawling, though, until this happened. I turned my back for literally one to two seconds to hang a jacket up in my closet, and by the time I turned around, he had zipped off toward some object that caught his eye on the floor. He is obviously banned from the bed now until he turns 18. Luckily the only injury that he sustained was a little rug burn on his face, poor guy.