Today the unthinkable happened. Something truly nightmarish. Olivia fell.
It was a typical happy morning. I was getting the baby ready for the day and I put her in the middle of our queen-sized bed to go wet a wipe in our bathroom which is right next to our bedroom. This had never been a problem because she was an immobile infant. Not anymore! She rolls. Rolls quickly and efficiently. I never left her alone longer than 30 seconds, never on an edge, and never on a high surface. Anyway, I heard her cry and ran in. She was laying on her back. I lost it. I picked her up and cried with her and felt like the worst mother in the world. Who knows, maybe you'll agree? Or maybe you will share your stories of bad motherhood. She was over it immediately, and cooed at me as I sat in shock rocking her. I felt weird all day because of it. After talking to friends and my aunts I feel a lot better. We luckily have carpet and the bed is not far off the ground.
In other news, Happy St. Patrick's Day! It was 87 degrees today and I dressed the small one in this cute summer outfit, but then I had to add a green onesie because I did not want her getting pinched! Usually Todd and I would be out drinking green beer but this year I am sitting home blogging and in pajamas. :)