Posts Tagged ‘twenty three months old’
With M starting to feel better, I can go back to sharing some of the stories that I had planned on writing about..
This one is a doozy.
We stayed in a condo while in Hawaii. My parents had their own bedroom. My little family had our own bedroom. There was a living room with a simple coffee table in the middle. The entire condo had tile floors.
M, being the typical toddler she is, was extremely curious about the entire place.
She ran around and explored ever corner that could be explored.
She explored so much she was having accident after accident. If she wasn’t tripping on something, she was running into something else!
We hadn’t even gotten through the first day and M ended up tripping and hitting the side of her forehead onto the corner of the coffee table. She cried and had a little bump. We iced that bump as soon as we could and she was fine. However, we decided to move the table into the back corner of the room where she didn’t really go into.
This wasn’t the worst of it.. so the next day….
The bed in our bedroom stood almost about 3 feet off the ground. It’s about the same height as M is, which is about 33 inches tall. As I mentioned before, the entire condo had tile floors.
There was a little voice inside of me that urged me to surround the edges of the bed with pillows before going to bed. I also found a foam sheet that I put on my side of the bed.
Earlier in the day, M had tripped on the foam sheet and hurt her little knees on the tile. I ended up folding it over itself towards the head of the bed. I didn’t open it up again that night, and it was a good thing too.
That night, we all went to bed. M fell asleep in between Hubby and I. During the middle of the night, M half-wakes up and she crawls over to my other side and snuggles up to me. It’s something she does on a regular basis at home. However, at home, she has a bed rail on the other side of her.
Half-awake myself, I knew that there was nothing on the other side to protect her so I held on to her tightly. I was going to move her back to the middle of hubby and I after a few minutes to get her back into a deep sleep again. I was going to wait because I know that if I tried to move her while half-asleep, she would just crawl back over to that other side again.
In my head, I knew I had to move her.
But something happened because she and I must have fallen into a deeper sleep because the next thing I knew, my arms opened, and she rolled.
The second she rolled out of my arms I jumped up.
I saw her fall off the bed.
It was like slow motion. I saw it all. That image still haunts me every time I think about it.
She fell off the bed, landed on the foam sheet (which wasn’t very thick to begin with), and cried. She cried like she’s never cried before. Mainly from being scared and startled, and I’m sure also from the pain.
Although I saw her fall and make contact with the ground, with the room being dim, I couldn’t tell what part of her landed first..
It was absolute commotion in the condo immediately after. She was bawling, I started crying, everyone seemed hysterical.
I called the paramedics and they looked at her and said she was fine. They asked me if she cried immediately and I said yes, that was a good sign. They also said that the fact the was consolable was a good sign.
We also ended up taking her into the emergency room, just in case. We spent a few hours sleeping in one of the emergency room beds while they monitored her.
Thank God nothing was wrong and we were able to enjoy the rest of our vacation.
When we returned home from the emergency room, Hubby and I moved the mattress onto the floor of the living room and slept that way for the rest of the trip.
I felt awful. Her falling off the bed was MY fault. Had I stayed awake enough to move her, none of this would have happened. If I just moved her back to the middle from the beginning, none of this would have happened. I cried so hard because I knew that if something went wrong, it would have been my fault.
It’s my job to protect her from injury. It’s my job to keep her safe from harm. And there I was, holding her by the edge of a bed that was over a tiled floor. My common sense should have kicked in from the start and I should have kept her in between Hubby and I, no matter how many times she’d crawl over me. It was my job to keep her from falling like that.
For the next few days after that incident, everytime I closed my eyes, all I could see was M falling. Every night, before bed, all I could see was her falling. Even now, there are times I can just close my eyes and see her falling.
I thank God all the time that nothing major happened and that she is ok. But I’m just so guilt-ridden over the entire incident.
I can’t have been the only mom that’s done this, right?!
As the plane descends when we arrived to Hawaii
M: Whoa, whoa… Again! Again!
Practically said everyday:
M: Go beach.
M: Bucket, shovel, crab, fish….
Whenever she’s in her stroller or walking around
M: (sings) a, b, c, d, e….
M: 1, 2, 3, 4….
There were so many more things she said and did. I wish I recorded them somehow to be able to write them all down here…
I’ve always been a nervous flyer. Months, weeks, days before I fly, I’m usually a nervous wreck.
Not only does the idea of flying make me nervous, but having to go through the airport, and airport security, that totally stresses me out.
Add a toddler to all that anxiety, and you have a huge mess.
M is a very active toddler. She’s nonstop. She loves space and can rarely be found sitting down in one spot for a long time..
A 5-hour flight was going to be a challenge.
I made sure to find many, many things to keep her busy.
Hubby and I bought a portable DVD player. We brought her iPad. We brought my iPad. We brought her travel doodle board.
On the flight to Hawaii, she fell asleep shortly after we took off. She slept for about an hour and a half to two hours. It was great! When she woke up, she was entertained by all the various electronic and non-electronic toys we brought.
She was so good! We were complimented by many of the other passengers around us, saying she was such a good girl.
That was a breath of relief.
But was it going to repeat on the fight back?!
When we got to the airport to go back home, M fell asleep. She finally woke up shortly before we had to board the plane.
She’d definitely not fall asleep during the 5-hour flight. I thought I was going to be in some major trouble.
But, again, she kept herself entertained by her electronic and non-electronic forms of entertainment.
Again, she was praised by the other passengers on what a good girl she was for the entire flight.
I was so thankful.
I was also so proud of her. She never felt the need to have to go running down the aisle. She never cried. She never made any obnoxious noises.
She was happy. She was patient. She took everything in stride. She was definitely a trooper.
I’m so glad that is all I have to report about the plane ride. My mind was constantly running through every worst case scenario about her behavior that I was seriously (and pleasantly) surprised when she was such a good girl.
On September 2nd, the family and I, including my parents, came back from a 10 day trip to Hawaii.
It was amazing.
I’ve got tons of stories to tell, and I can’t wait to start.
The last time Hubby and I were in Hawaii was 3 years ago for our honeymoon. This time, we had a family. Vacations are definitely different with a toddler.
So stay tuned to hear stories from our trip, and maybe even a couple of pictures!
These early years of a child’s life are probably the most fun a parent can have.
I’m only saying this because all I have is a small child.. and so far, it’s been really fun!
One main reason I love being the parent of a small child is that I get to choose her Halloween costume.
She’s too young to have a preference, so I can do what I want.
Last year, we were lucky to get a Minnie Mouse costume for her birthday. That pretty much made our minds for us. She was Minnie Mouse for her first Halloween.
This year, I didn’t want to go out and spend money on a costume that she probably won’t remember wearing anyway.
So, I decided to be resourceful.
Dora the Explorer!
Oh, it’s easy! Orange shorts. Purple/Pink top. White shoes.
She already has a Dora backpack, thanks to my cousin! That can also double as her candy holder. And she’s got an inflatable Boots the Monkey, thanks to my mom!
I decided to start early. It never fails that whenever I’m in the rush to buy a specific article of clothing, I won’t be able to find it. So starting early meant that I had time to look for it.. poof! I found it! I found it all at The Children’s Place.
So, I’m done.. I just have to wait another two months for Halloween to actually happen…
Have you started planning for Halloween?
With her birthday coming up so very soon, the new topic of conversation is if we are finally going to get M out of our bed and onto her own toddler bed.
If you didn’t know, M’s been in our bed since she was a newborn. When she was born, we tried to get her to sleep in the bassinet next to us. I had the hardest time falling asleep, and so did she.
I truly believe that we both were able to start sleeping through the night more comfortably because we slept together. At first she’d sleep on my chest, then once she got too big for that, she slept next to me, between a bed rail and my body.
As she’s gotten older, she’s pretty much taken over the entire bed. There are many mornings Hubby and I have woken up with a foot in our face, or an arm on our neck. Many mornings I wake up to her cuddling up to me, hugging my arm as if I’m her teddy bear. Those are the moments I love the most.
And honestly, I think I’m the one that’s the most attached to the idea of us co-sleeping. I think I’m the one going through the separation anxiety, and we’re only THINKING of getting her into her own bed.
Our bedroom is big enough to have a toddler bed next to us. So the initial thoughts are to set up the toddler bed next to our bed. I can lie with her until she falls asleep, and we are still close enough that if she needs to come back to bed, she can.
I just don’t know… she’s my baby! She’s my cuddle-partner.
She’s growing up and I need to start accepting that fact.. but can’t I just keep her with me a little longer?
How old did you stop co-sleeping with your child?
When people ask me, “how old is your child?” I always answer in months. I get the same response from other parents. It’s like “parent code.”
It’s always been wierd for me, especially since M is so close to 2, to say that she’s only one. For some reason, saying her age in months just makes more sense.
This topic has been discussed in this blog post, click here.
Now that M is so much closer to two, when people ask her age, I say “Two next month.”
Ok.. it’s better than saying “twenty three months.” That’s such a mouthful and by the time you hit the twenty months or so, math is pretty much involved in determining exactly how old the child is.
We all know that I hate math.. and if you didn’t know it before, you do now!
I think after a child hits 2 year old, the mindset changes. I don’t usually hear other parents address their child’s age as “twenty-six months” or “twenty-nine months..” Maybe I just don’t hear it.
Either way, I think once M turns two, I will probably addressing her as such.
What’s your take on this whole age thing?!