It's SHINY!!

Or maybe I should say "shiner". No, my husband did not buy me more diamonds. Rather, I may win the Crappy Mother of the Year award. 
My poor little Mr. Baby has a real shiner. 
Because I let him roll off the bed.
I turned my back on him for just a few second to put on my shoes. 
I suck.

It was the most horrible "thud" noise I've ever heard.  I knew exactly what had happened as I had for a split second thought of not putting him on the bed but since all I was doing was to bend down and get my shoes out of the closet, I really, really honestly didn't think this could possibly happen. And he likes to grab the throw pillow on our bed.  He has never moved that fast - ever!  But now it appears he can.  And I feel absolutely horrible about what happened.  Our bed is high too. All I could think of was Liam Neeson's wife (I can't remember her name) who got a donk on her head when she was skiing and died three days later. So like any paranoid first time mum I promptly called the doctor and had him there getting checked over within an hour of him falling off the bed.  Of course, Mr. Baby is absolutely fine. He was happy as Larry watching the doctor's light, smiling at her feeling his head and checking his little arms and legs for any breaks.  All of which she did to appease me - she was very understanding about it all.  And also made sure to mention three separate times that this will be the first of many, many falls/hits/cuts/bruises.... Ok... so maybe I overreacted a tad.  And maybe I sounded a bit over the top when I mentioned Liam Neeson's wife to the doctor.  She kindly pointed out for me that skiing accidents tend to be at high velocity, something notably absent when one only rolls off a bed onto a carpeted floor. So I felt a bit foolish, but still relieved that Mr. Baby was given the all clear.

Then all day I had to look at his beautiful face with a big bruise coming up on his forehead and a red mark under his big beautiful eye.  Every time I look at him and see the bruise it reminds me of what an idiot I was. This is Mr. Baby on our walk later that day:

Poor little thing! As I said, he hasn't been fazed by it at all but I was worried people on the street would think I was a child abuser.

So from now on, Mr. Baby will be getting well acquainted with the floor. He can't fall far on that :)