Baby's First Boo-Boo

 Well its official I have joined the many moms who have accidentally hurt their child and felt like complete shit about it. Today was a very busy day for spud & I. We decided earlier in the week that we were going to help our friend move out of her place. Not a smart idea to bring a baby along for the excursion, but somehow we made it work. We got up early and he was in prime shape (smiles and all). I thought we better book it while he was still in a wonderful morning mood. *Sidebar: As of late Karson absolutely hates his car seat, he will scream for the entire ride (no matter the distance). I have tried it all-music, propping the bottle up for him to sip, teething toys, even holding his hand (do not ask how I manage to do this & drive). Not safe I know, but is being in a small car with a baby who can scream louder than any other human being safe? I think not. Anyway, he managed to make it all the way to Baltimore with only a minute meltdown. Hallelujah! At first I wore him in the baby carrier (try carrying boxes like that)-another not so good of an idea. He fell asleep for an hour which helped us get the big stuff loaded down. We ventured out with our first load. We got to the house and he was ready to get out of the car! I sat him on the couch in a nice spot for back support. I literally went out to the truck which took all about two seconds. We came back in and he was half way face down on the couch. I dropped the table and ran like a crazy person. He was fine, wasn't even phased. I couldn't believe I had left him in that position, I know better! My mind wondered about all the dangers of the incident and how it could have been much worse. I know most mothers’ worry, but I feel like mine is exaggerated due to my line of work. I've seen the worst of the worst. After that his butt was on the carpet playing with his favorite teether until we were done. 

Finally it was time to eat. We were all hot, sticky and smelly-some more than others! This dumbass wore jeans and flip flops in 80 degree weather, another not so smart idea. We pulled up to Quizno's and I went to get Karson out of the car seat, I raised him up out of the seat and BANG! I nailed the top of his head on the door frame. At first he was startled and then the water works came. You could tell he wasn't really in pain, but that his feelings were hurt. Well kid, I had you beat. I was mortified and turned to my girlfriend's and announced, " I hit his head." I'm sure my face was priceless. I turned to my friend who happens to be an ER nurse and exclaimed, "it isn’t a subdural is it?" She smiled and assured me it was not that bad, but of course my first reaction is the worst. We continued to the restaurant and got some ice for the little scrap of skin on his head. The entire way back to Baltimore, I was scared to death that he was going to stop breathing in the car seat. Talk about nerves! Of course he fell asleep, the one time I want to hear noise. After many obstacles on our way to getting home, we made it. We both survived. 

Of course, Daddy got home and we had to recap the day's events. He did the one two glance over and noticed a cut on his nose. He looked at me and said "did Mommy do that to?" No smartass, Karson decided to use his wolverine claws in the middle of the night. Technically this is Daddy's fault because he is in charge of nail cutting. Last time Mommy attempted I cut his thumb and he bled. Okay so maybe the head incident today wasn't technically his first boo boo caused by Mommy and I'm sure it won't be the last. Let's just pray it will never result in a trip to the ER. 

Note: Karson is a-okay and I am continuing to monitor him. He has a hard head just like Daddy! He is my tough big boy.

Loving my new highchair!