2. I can’t wait to read this because I dropped my baby too.
About 3 weeks ago, I was changing the Happy Baby’s diaper on his changing table.
I saw that we had run out of diapers in the little bin I keep them in, so I turned away for a second to grab a new box.
And that’s when I heard it.
Oh my goodness I would not wish the feelings I felt in that moment on anyone.
I scooped up my precious fallen baby and the two of us cried enough tears to fill an Ikea store.
As I clung to the Happy Baby, frantically trying to make sure he could still track my fingers and respond to my voice, I felt a heaviness take residence on my chest.
How in the world could I let something like this happen??
After all he’s been through – did I really just add a major fall to the list??????
The guilt was palpable.
The Happy Hubby and I worked together to make sure our son was okay. After everyone had cried enough, there was nothing left to do but sleep, so we laid the Happy Baby down in his crib.
As soon as the door to his room was shut, I disappeared into our bedroom, found a corner, got in the fetal position and wept.
Then I sent out a text asking for prayer from a few close friends.
I called the Happy Baby’s chiropractor (a member of our church) and tearfully asked if he would be at church in the morning and would he be willing to fix any problems. He was so kind to me and said yes, he’d be there.
Finally, I called my pastor’s wife.
By the end of our conversation I learned 3 things.
My pastor’s wife told me was that God made babies to have softer bones than adults – that they are designed as these incredibly resilient, elastic little beings.
It’s like He knew beforehand (well, obviously, since He is God) that the busyness of being a mom would occasionally allow for accidents, so he went ahead and graciously provided protection for those precious babies in advance.
I think dropping the Happy Baby was harder on me than it was on him!
2. God is faithful.
Once again, the Lord showed me that in spite of my many, MANY parenting mistakes/failures/accidents/weaknesses, He is faithful to protect and care for my baby.
Once again, He loves my baby even more than me.
Nothing – no, nothing will hinder His good and perfect plan for my child.
Not even a 2 1/2 foot fall.
It’s stuff like this that further affirms in my spirit that God has big plans for this little boy.
After all he’s been through…yes, this is just one more way God gets the glory for what He is doing in the Happy Baby’s life.
This may sound like I am making light of a very serious thing (like please don’t go carelessly smashing your kids into door frames or leaving them unattended on high places), but let me just tell you. As I spoke to my pastor’s wife and she told me about how her 4 month old had fallen from the kitchen counter in his car seat down to the tiled floor below and how he is totally fine now (although she joked ‘debatable’), I felt better.
Then 5 out of the 5 girls I texted asking for prayer wrote back with their own story.
My baby fell off a 10-foot-high bed, my baby fell off the ottoman, I literally dropped my baby to the floor – straight on her head, my baby nose dived out of the car onto the cement pavement…
And all of them – the babies were fine.
I suddenly did not feel so alone.
Some of the guilt I was carrying began to dissipate.
I wasn’t scum of the earth.
In fact, maybe dropping my baby was some kind of right-of-passage into true motherhood.
Now, this is not something mommies discuss openly.
Had I not asked my friends, I never would have known.
In fact, I am taking a huge risk sharing my own failing so blatantly here on the blog.
But I do it in hopes that maybe, just maybe you might find a little bit of hope if you dropped your baby too.
What do you think of his spiked hair?
And check out who is sitting up by himself now!
Plus, he has 2 teeth and is gnawing on absolutely everything in sight – including shoes, chair legs, and diapers (among some of his faves).
He even waves and says, “Buh-bye!” when someone leaves a room.
Still haven’t started solids yet, though… He just instantly barfs at the mere presence of non-milk substance in his mouth (which is strange because he can shove an entire shoe in there and keep it down just fine)… But I am confident that we will get there one day (and I do pray that one day is soon because I don’t know how much longer these tatas can stand being tugged by a machine).
Thank you to everyone who prays for the Happy Baby and our family. When my heart gets tired or I am tempted to be discouraged, I think of all of you and thank God for the sweet community I have here at Happy Home Fairy.
“The Lord upholds all those who fall…” Psalm 145:14