There have been a lot of firsts over the past few weeks:
Henry’s first sponge bath,

soon to be followed by his first tub bath.

His first stroller ride around the neighborhood,

and his first real smile (one not attributed to gas).

He even had his first professional photo shoot (thanks Melissa!).

Each of these things has tugged at my heart and made me love him even more. Unfortunately, along with all these amazing “firsts” came one that was not so great: his first boo-boo.
It started out innocently enough. The little guy, after having not poo’d all day long, had a dirty diaper that required a full body strip down. I had him sitting on his changing table and as I was pulling the shirt over his head, he either pulled away from me or else he slipped. All I know is that one minute I had his head in my hand and the next minute he had fallen back onto the rail lining the wall. It was only a few inches since he was sitting down, but it was enough.
My heart stopped.
And then he began crying. Then I began crying. I don’t know who was crying harder, him or me. He only cried for a few seconds and then he seemed fine. But as soon as I saw the goose egg that had popped up on his noggin, I was done for.

I called my husband and managed to tell my story in between sobs. He assured me that everything was probably fine because kids are tough, but I called the pediatrician anyway. The doctor said to keep him awake for the next couple of hours and to keep an eye on him but that he was probably just fine.
All of that happened almost three hours ago and I’ve spent those hours constantly watching him for any signs of trouble, but so far he’s acting normally. As I write this, he’s sitting in his swing and cooing. I take that as a good sign that I didn’t irreparably damage him.
So apparently, everything is fine and no permanent harm done. But I have to say that of all the firsts we’ve experienced so far, this is one that I have done without.
When’s the first time your little one got hurt and how did you handle it?







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