I know I shouldn’t laugh and this really shouldn’t be funny but I have a confession to make. Both of my children fell off the bed less than 24 hours apart from each other. And I laughed all three times…I know! I’m a horrible mommy! And don’t worry no child was harmed in the making of this blog.
So, this is how it went down (no pun intended.)
Ever since my 9 month old discovered the joys of crawling a month ago, she’s been so obsessed with crawling to the edge of the bed and looking down. Of course I would be right there gripping her legs and pulling her back whenever I felt she’d seen enough. But as the month progressed, she’d only gotten faster as if conspiring to give Flash a run for his title. I’m a mom, I make mistakes, so this particular day, me and my two little girls were watching a movie for Family Movie Night. Unfortunately, the attention spans of a 9 month old and 4-year-old are incredibly short. They like to move around–especially the new crawler.
My four-year old was the first to get off the bed to twirl around, toss a balloon into the air, fall down on purpose, tummy crawl, roll around, speak an unknown language and burst out laughing for no real reason. Aside from the fact that she is indeed a little…coo-coo she was fighting her sleep with all her might.
Every little sister wants to be like her big sister, right? So, my 9 month old attempted to follow suit but under my close supervision, of course, it was kind of difficult for her. At first. I handed her the balloon my oldest was playing with to keep her entertained while I quickly put my phone on the charger. It literally took me all of two seconds and by the time I turned back, my little baby was on the go. She pushed the balloon off the bed and a split second later she went after it with no hesitation. It all happened so quickly, I couldn’t get to her quick enough.
She believed she could fly, but gravity told her that the lie detector determined that was a lie.
I yelped loudly, as did my 4-year old who, just a few moments before had been too wrapped up in a deep conversation with the…wall perhaps, to even notice her sister was about to take a leap.
My youngest landed on her stomach with support from her hands (are her reflexes on point, or what?) Of course the shock of falling scared her and she shed a few tears but once I placed her back on the bed she found something new to play with and all was forgotten. She was back to her old-laughing-and-happy-self which made me laugh because I was kind of impressed that she had taken the fall so well.
My oldest, on the other hand stepped out of crazy-mode long enough to tell me it wasn’t funny and that her little sister could have hurt herself. She re-examined her sister (because she didn’t trust that mommy examined her sister well enough–I mean who would trust their mom after laughing, right?) and when she was satisfied with her sister’s state of health, she too, started laughing and went right back to her crazy-zoo.
Now, fast forward to the next day.
Once upon a time I was a “bubble-wrap” mom but then I adopted the ideals of being a little more hands on with my children. And by hands on I mean I let them make their mistakes and falls so they could experience in real-time what cause and effect is all about. If you don’t tie your sneakers before taking off in a sprint, you might fall and make the ground bleed or If you run into a wall, the wall might get hurt, you know, stuff like that. So, when my four-year-old decided (without consulting with management first!) it was a good idea to attempt to do a handstand off of the bed while we were watching our morning cartoons I just sat there watching her. Who knows? She probably would have succeeded. Did you like…taste how much sarcasm that was lathered in?
So, as she was inching off the bed, head first, hands ready to support her weight my youngest and I just sat there silently not knowing what the hell this girl was up to. I didn’t want to startle her so I opted not to say a word, I just watched. And then it happened.
She supported her weight for all of a .05 seconds then her body went to the right and landed with a thud. Think of the second and third phase of doing a cartwheel. That was her. She popped up and immediately said “WHOA! I’m okay!”
She and I both ended up in a fit of laughter, I promise you I couldn’t breathe but when we finally cooled down I asked her the million-dollar question, “What were you trying to accomplish?” to which she responded “I was trying to do a handstand! But…I don’t know what happened!” Her legs were not long enough for her to successfully pull off that stunt, that’s what happened! I asked her if she was hurt and she told me–through more laughter–that she was fine.
You would think one fall would have been enough for her for the day, but no. Later on in the day after she argued her case against taking a nap, she miscalculated how close to the edge she was laying and as she was in the midst of rolling her eyes and rolling over so her back would be facing me, she rolled straight off the bed.
Oh, she was mad that mommy was right ,again, about her being sleepy but I guess it’s safe to say that my laughter is contagious because she couldn’t stay mad for long. She also couldn’t stay awake for long, either.
It’s been about a week or so, she hasn’t fallen off the bed again and she hasn’t put up any resistance during nap-time, and the icing on the cake? After all of that falling, my floor didn’t break! (I forgot to mention, but yes, we have carpet)