Like usual, I had laid Finley down on our bed for her nap. She doesn't roll over or move around yet, I thought! (I bet most of you can already tell where this is going). Crew was watching a movie and playing in his room, so I decided to jump in the shower. I couldn't hear Finley crying when I got out so I thought, great she's still asleep. BUT as I got closer to the bedroom door I heared a little muffled cry. The second I hear it I knew what had happened. Because Finley's cry is everything but little and muffled. I threw open the door and Finley was nowhere in sight. Now when I said earlier that when I heard the cry I knew what had happened. I thought, she's fallen off the bed and is on the floor. No blood curdling scream so chances are she's just fine. So when I saw that she was nowhere in sight I just about died. I jumped on the bed and looked down the dark, long, scary crevice on the other side. Oh, the thoughts that raced through my mind for the split second that I had to think. "How many scratches and bruises," "Can she breath," (she was face down). "How do I lift her out, I could barely reach her." "Do I cry now or later, perhaps both."
Using only my right arm cause that's all that could fit to stretch to her and grabbing her right arm, I pulled her out. Hitting her hear against the wall and bed a couple of more time. As if it wasn't enough the first time. After some comfort and a million "I'm sorrys." I laid her on the bed to assess the damage. Other than a little red bump on her head all I could see was her little pouty bottom lip that was uncontrollably rolling out and the saddest little face that said, "Mom what did you do to me?"
I try to not be a super paranoid mom. I know every baby has their fall. But I feel awful about this one.
