Remember the first time you took your newborn baby to the doctor to have shots? He laid there on the table, squinting in the bright lights of the exam room, shivering in just a diaper. The nurse came, stuck a needle into his leg and the look on his face was like this – “I guess life outside the womb isn’t so bad. People seem to like meeeeEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!?! AAAAaaahhhh ok, I’m good now.”
It’s hard to watch a helpless little baby feel pain, especially because it’s probably the first time he or she is experiencing this sensation.
Fast forward a couple months and we’ve now got a pretty mobile baby. Which opens itself up to a whole new set of problems. On Monday morning, he fell off our bed and onto the carpet below it. I was at work and Derek was home. He had just checked on Riley, napping on our bed, sound asleep, mouth agape, with pillows all around him. A few minutes later, there was a sickening thud and a heartbreaking cry.
As soon as Derek picked him up, he stopped crying. A good sign, I think. Derek completely checked him over, googled concussion symptoms and kept a close eye on him all day. He seemed perfectly fine and we’re very, very thankful.
Last night, he was crawling around the kitchen while I made dinner. This is one of his favorite things to do. I like that he can entertain himself by exploring the tile floor and trying to make a break for the dog’s food dish. There was an empty laundry basket on the floor and he made his way over to it and got his little fingers stuck in one of the slotted openings. His hand was actually stuck in it and he let out a frantic cry. With real tears. I got his hand loose, picked him up and comforted him. He stopped crying and cuddled for a bit. Then I needed to be comforted when I saw that he had what looked like a paper cut on his knuckle. Stupid laundry basket! The plastic actually broke the skin. And it broke my heart.
I know it’s only going to get worse. Once he starts walking, I’m sure he’ll crash into walls, trip over carpets and slip on banana peels or whatever. But it’s so hard to see someone that you’ve seen every day of his life, from day one, and know that life is painful. Accidents happen, living hurts sometimes. I just wish that a hand stuck in a laundry basket is the worst thing we ever have to deal with.