Sunday, February 28, 2010

Our First Ouchie...

So, at 3 months old, H. and I had our first big ouchie... and admittedly, I think I might've cried more then he did.

So, in the mornings when H. and I get up, I sit on the couch with him half on my lap and half leaning against the pillow that's there and feed him while checking my email and facebook and talking to him.

Well, yesterday, we got into position (around 6:30am) and I realized I didn't have a receiving blanket to burp him, so I leaned him against the pillow and the back of the couch and turned my back for just a second, and he fell. Right down. On the floor. And screamed!

Well, I was crying just after he started, but my first aid training told me to wait until he moved everything (just in case of spinal cord injury) before picking him up. He was already wiggling by the time I got to him, so I picked him up and rocked him and cried with him until he calmed down slightly (it would be some time before he was fully calm).

I knew I needed to check to see if he had any bumps or bruises, so I lay him on the couch and checked all over, and thankfully, besides a red mark on his forehead where he was laying on the floor, he had no ouchies (I was afraid of broken bones and concussions). He was still crying, but he let me feel him all over, so I knew he wasn't overly sore anywhere.

He had just woken up after sleeping all night, so I tried feeding him, and he ate a little bit (it would take almost all day for him to have a full feeding). And I cuddled him, and said I was sorry, and cried for his pain that I couldn't take away.

He was not himself all day, so I began to grow worried again when he was still upset and not eating around 6pm (almost 12 hours later). I checked him all over again, and there were still no bumps or red areas, and he let me feel all over his head, so I figured he was just a little traumatized, and possibly a little sore, and very tired.

But he ate a bit around 10pm (not a full feeding, but more than he had eaten all day), and fell asleep until almost 8am this morning. And he was back to his happy, smiley self. And I was happy.

But they don't tell you about this, about how painful it is to watch your little baby in pain and know that you can't do anything.

I'm going to take more time to heal then H., I'm thinking.