And then he fell...

Christmas wasn't the most joyous occasion since Nick, monster and I all had the stomach flu, but just as I thought we were in the clear on Monday morning and was looking forward to the final week of 2010, the monster fell out of his crib, right through my hands and head first onto the tile. His shoulders absorbed most of the impact, but his head still hit the ground and, seriously, words cannot describe just how scary that one second was.

I rushed him to the ER that is, thankfully, only a few minutes away. Four hours later he was given the A-OK (much to my relief) and we were able to go home, however we are both suffering from a form of PTSD. I'm even more paranoid than I was before, and he is afraid to wander as much and little falls-- from standing to kneeling, for example-- really freak him out. The past two days have been full of cuddling, encouraging, and (I hope) some emotional healing. It breaks my heart that my super confident baby is afraid to do all the silly things he loved to do and my mom-esteem is in the negatives now. I can only hope that he'll be back to his usual self in a couple of days and that my nightmares go away.