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Regan, I totally understand about the carseat in...

2008-05-05T11:10:00.000-07:00

Regan,
I totally understand about the carseat incident. When Isaac was two, I was driving down the freeway (fortunately there was traffic so we were crawling) I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him standing up. I pulled over right away. When I put him in the car, I'd buckled the seat into the car, but not him into the seat..WTF?? Not only had I not strapped him into his carseat, I'd also left the door unlocked. I "What if'd" myself to death over that one.
It's totally not your fault about the broken leg, though. You were calling the doctor, and even he agreed!
Cary,
Time totally just seems to freeze in a situation like that...When I was a teenager, my parents had the bright idea to put my half sister and half brother in the high chair together as they were the same age and same size. I remember seeing them one second, smiling and babbling together..the next, the high chair fell over backwards. There one second, gone the next. They weren't hurt at all, but they were VERY upset..I can laugh about it because they're my siblings..ha ha ha Not one of my parents better ideas, though...

Don't sweat the baby accident too much, C. Happens...

2008-05-03T13:59:00.000-07:00

Don't sweat the baby accident too much, C. Happens to the best of us. We forgot to strap my daughter into her high chair once and she slid out under the tray and all the way down the front of it, bump bump bump all the way down and landed HARD on her little tush. Worst part was, the Mrs. and I just sat there watching it happen, frozen in shock.

She didn't have a broken leg, though. I'm calling DFACS on Regan.

Maybe these memories of mine will restore the shin...

2008-05-02T19:53:00.000-07:00

Maybe these memories of mine will restore the shine to your halo, as maybe I am a MORE terrible mom, lol!

When Anya was born, Ian became very clingy. That, coupled with PPD, and I was an exhausted mess. Anyway, once when I took Ian to swim lessons, I took Anya out of her seat to feed he, then put her back in - without strapping her in. It was hot in that pool area! When it was time to go, I just pulled the seat cover over her and went to the car. I popped her in, strapped Ian in, and drove 10 miles home in rush hour traffic!!! I felt like shit when I went to unstrap her and saw what I'd done.

My other "mother-of-the-year" episode was when Anya was 20 months old. Her school called to tell me that she fell off a piece of playground equipment, but seemed fine. There was no bruise or abrasion, but she was limping so I gave her motrin. A few days of starting each one with a mild limp, but being in extreme pain and begging to be carried by the end of each one, and I decided to call the doc. He agreed that with no marks, she'd probably bruised a muscle - keep up the motrin. At 7 days, I was concerned that maybe her leg was slightly out of the socket or something, so I took her in. He checked her out and found nothing. On day 10 I took her to the pediatric ER. Imagine my horror when the nurse held up a range of smiley faces and explained to Anya what they all meant. It was the kid version of, "rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10." Anya pointed to the 8 face! I was miserable. Turned out she had a broken leg! There's on bone in your leg that isn't totally weight-bearing. Hers was bent at a nearly 90 degree angle. Mommy dearest, I am...