My feeling of pool euphoria was quickly dampened just now… I seriously sat down and bawled. Avery put her hands on either side of my face and said “Don’t cwy, Mom. I can awways make you happy. Pwease stop cwying” as she wiped away the tears. Those “oh, shit,” failure as a mom moments are gut-wrenching.
I turned the iron on in our bathroom, left it on the counter and went back to the den to play with the kids. The door to our bathroom does not close all the way because of the ironing board that hangs on the back of it. Henry loves to try and escape to our bathroom and we have a game where he tries to crawl extra super fast and get in there before we can catch him… I guess it’s extra, super fun because we don’t allow him in there (many reasons… medicines, shoes, stuff piled high that could fall on his head, and the diseases that he could catch from the Mister’s toilet, etc…) So, if he gets the chance to try, he takes it…
Anyway, I’m playing with Avery and Bubby disappears. (Remember, he is a super-hero crawler and loves the bathroom, and can get in because the door won’t shut…) We look around and he is nowhere to be seen, I immediately think of the iron, think of my baby pulling it down on him, being scalded and disfigured for life, painful burns, etc… All these horrific thoughts run through my head… I take off running like a madwoman, and, then I hear screaming on the monitor… That something is wrong, I’m in serious pain scream… My heart stopped. Seriously, it stopped.
When I made it to the room, there he was, laying on the floor on top of a stack of books that had avalanched under him… About a foot from the open bathroom door… He had put his hand just right on that stack of books and they slid out from under him and covered him up. Thank god for that stack of books that I often cuss… (The Mister has a bad habit of piling books up everywhere. Especially by our bed.) Anyway, it was a total panic, freak out incident. An incident that makes you stop and think about just how precious these little ones are. And they are totally dependent on you and your instincts and your parenting skills… Wow. Let’s hope they’re lucky.