Yeah, so see that HUGE bruise on my son’s head…yeah, that is my parenting fail. While laying on the couch sick with the flu this last weekend, I sent my son upstairs to spend time with his daddy who was changing the sheets on the child’s bed. (Read: Mama was being lazy on the couch and my househusband was doing chores). Cameron has been doing great on the stairs, not going down unless someone is behind him, not going up until he yells at us from the other room he is going upstairs. For some reason, Cameron thought he could go down the stairs face first time time…just one step.
Then you hear it…and twelve uncarpeted stairs later, I see my son roll down onto the landing and feel my stomach lurch into my throat. No broken bones. No ozzing sores. No blood. Just a huge bruise and lots of tears from baby and mommy who felt like such a failure. Cameron, on the other hand I’m sure feels like a total bruiser. I cried longer than he did.
The gates are back on both ends of the stairs and we are shopping for a carpet running and apparently a 18-24 month bubble to keep this kid safe. Chalk it up to another lesson learned – no time to be sick with a toddler.