SPLAT

So it's been a few days since this happened, and I think I've recovered enough from how awful I feel that it happened at all, that I can blog about it. Disclaimer: Please don't think badly of me for this. I feel bad enough for the both of us. The other day, just like any other day, I smelled a stink in the air and knew it was Jacob's SDS (stinky diaper situation). It was getting close to bedtime for him, so that meant pj time too. Jacob LOVES to be naked, so every night I help him get the wiggles and giggles out by letting him "air out" on the makeshift change table we have (just a white dresser about 4 feet high with a contoured changepad nailed on) before I put his pjs and clean diaper on.

I had a feeling that I should pull Jacob closer to the foot end of the changepad because he has a tendency to kick and squirm his way to the head end until his head is hanging off. His idea of fun. (He also loves to be upside down.) But I disregarded it. I was standing right there watching him, why would I need to do that? Looking back now, I think it was more of a prompting than anything, and I am ashamed to say that I ignored it. It was while I was stashing the soiled diaper in the diaper pail, and I had my back turned for about 2 nanoseconds, when SPLAT happened. I turned back just in time to see him do a backwards flip off the head end of the change table. SPLAT. I dove for my poor little naked baby who was face down and screaming. Thank goodness our house is so cluttered and cramped for space that I had to stuff a tote in the corner, or he would have had another foot or so of falling. I scooped him up and almost immediately he stuffed his two middle fingers into his mouth and stopped crying, but I didn't. I'm sure I cried about 3 times longer than Jacob did. Surprisingly enough, he suffered no bruises or bumps and he still loves me. Though every time I change him now, he whimpers in terror when he sees the dreaded change table. Thus, the story of splat. And while I have vowed to never to turn my back again while he is on the change table, I've heard many stories of babies rolling off beds, so I'm sure that this will not be his last splat experience...