I am in tears again! Uggghh I figured the more I talk about this the easier it will be for me to get over it.
Last night, I had a meeting for church to go to, and I got home after Emma has gone to bed, so Matt put her to bed by himself. When that happens I go in and pick her up and sit with her in the rocking chair. I really cherish sitting with her in her rocking chair. It's so sweet she wakes up for a few seconds, grins, and goes back to sleep. I only sit with her for a minute or two. It kind of gives me closure at the end of the day.
Well last night I did that, and then I put her back in her crib. I talked to Matt, and we did some stuff online- he talked to his brother, and then I replied to a couple of emails. I went to bed at about 1130 pm. Emma has been teething and I think she has a cold on top of it all. When I climbed into bed Matt asked me "Are you ok?" I said "Not really, I am worried about our babies- I'm worried about Emma, but I don't know why I am sure it's because she isn't feeling well, and then I am worried about our 2nd child because I am so much smaller than I was with Emma." Matt said "I'm sure everything is ok."
Well at 12 am I hear Emma fussing, and I get up and by the time I get to her door (it's not that far away from our room) she is screaming at the top of her lungs. I turned on the hallway light, it gives enough light into her room so it doesn't wake her up but yet we can see what is going on.
I glanced in her crib and she wasn't there, and I immediately saw that she was face first on the ground next to her crib, and she is crying so hard. I will never get that image of her on the ground out of my head. I had forgotten to put her crib railing back up, and she fell out of her crib. :''( I feel so horrible. I am thinking that her pacifier fell through the slats, and then she tried to stand up using the railing that was down and tumbled over the edge. I am so glad Matt was home to help assess the situation and not on-call, because I was a wreck.
We were able to get Emma settled down, and check her over, at first she only had a red mark on the top side of her head. We have no clue what transpired between the railing and her landing on the floor. She fell about 3 feet. I remember telling Matt, let's put her down and see if she can still walk. She walked around, and played. In fact she thought it was time to get up even though she was still tired. We called our pediatrician to see if we needed to bring her in for an xray or anything or if Matt could handle the situation himself at home. We have to watch her until Friday morning for vomitting, inconsolable crying, and last night and tonight they want us to get up every two hours to make sure she can be aroused from a deep sleep. The ped said the good thing is she didn't fall 2 1/2 times her height.
Emma didn't go back to sleep until 200 am, and because I was freaked out about her vomitting in her sleep, I didn't go to sleep until 3 am. Matt got up at 4 am to check on her, and then got up at 445 am to get ready and to take the bus to work so I could have the car in case things change. I woke up at 500 am when Matt left, and then pretty much for good at 6 am- I just laid there. Emma woke up at 7 am, happy and chipper.
Not a lot of sleep was received in this house last night.
Emma seems to be doing ok. Me on the other hand, I am an emotional wreck. I know I will get past it, but it just hurts that my actions caused my daughter pain. All I wanted last night was to be the one that fell, and I still wish it were me and not her.
Thanks for listening....
Crystal
Last night, I had a meeting for church to go to, and I got home after Emma has gone to bed, so Matt put her to bed by himself. When that happens I go in and pick her up and sit with her in the rocking chair. I really cherish sitting with her in her rocking chair. It's so sweet she wakes up for a few seconds, grins, and goes back to sleep. I only sit with her for a minute or two. It kind of gives me closure at the end of the day.
Well last night I did that, and then I put her back in her crib. I talked to Matt, and we did some stuff online- he talked to his brother, and then I replied to a couple of emails. I went to bed at about 1130 pm. Emma has been teething and I think she has a cold on top of it all. When I climbed into bed Matt asked me "Are you ok?" I said "Not really, I am worried about our babies- I'm worried about Emma, but I don't know why I am sure it's because she isn't feeling well, and then I am worried about our 2nd child because I am so much smaller than I was with Emma." Matt said "I'm sure everything is ok."
Well at 12 am I hear Emma fussing, and I get up and by the time I get to her door (it's not that far away from our room) she is screaming at the top of her lungs. I turned on the hallway light, it gives enough light into her room so it doesn't wake her up but yet we can see what is going on.
I glanced in her crib and she wasn't there, and I immediately saw that she was face first on the ground next to her crib, and she is crying so hard. I will never get that image of her on the ground out of my head. I had forgotten to put her crib railing back up, and she fell out of her crib. :''( I feel so horrible. I am thinking that her pacifier fell through the slats, and then she tried to stand up using the railing that was down and tumbled over the edge. I am so glad Matt was home to help assess the situation and not on-call, because I was a wreck.
We were able to get Emma settled down, and check her over, at first she only had a red mark on the top side of her head. We have no clue what transpired between the railing and her landing on the floor. She fell about 3 feet. I remember telling Matt, let's put her down and see if she can still walk. She walked around, and played. In fact she thought it was time to get up even though she was still tired. We called our pediatrician to see if we needed to bring her in for an xray or anything or if Matt could handle the situation himself at home. We have to watch her until Friday morning for vomitting, inconsolable crying, and last night and tonight they want us to get up every two hours to make sure she can be aroused from a deep sleep. The ped said the good thing is she didn't fall 2 1/2 times her height.
Emma didn't go back to sleep until 200 am, and because I was freaked out about her vomitting in her sleep, I didn't go to sleep until 3 am. Matt got up at 4 am to check on her, and then got up at 445 am to get ready and to take the bus to work so I could have the car in case things change. I woke up at 500 am when Matt left, and then pretty much for good at 6 am- I just laid there. Emma woke up at 7 am, happy and chipper.
Not a lot of sleep was received in this house last night.
Emma seems to be doing ok. Me on the other hand, I am an emotional wreck. I know I will get past it, but it just hurts that my actions caused my daughter pain. All I wanted last night was to be the one that fell, and I still wish it were me and not her.
Thanks for listening....
Crystal
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