staircase + mobile baby = trip to the ER.

oh yea. i'm sure i don't have to go into the specifics for you to imagine what this story entails. but i will.

back story: we live in a two story townhouse. if you have ever been in a townhouse, you know that the stairs are nothing short of a 90 degree angle [okay, maybe i'm exaggerating just a smidge] but needless to say, they are steeper than most. thankfully ours are carpeted - i promise that will play into the story in just a second.

sunday [10.10.10 = a day we will totally remember] around noon, CJ and i were sorting laundry from the washer on the second floor of our house. vegas came crawling out of the master bedroom, and slipped by me obviously. next thing i hear is CJ yelling "BABE, grab her!" i dropped my electric toothbrush out of my mouth and lunged for her. she lost her handing on the top step [which before that day she NEVER went near].

she slid down the first two steps and i was thisclose to grabbing her ankle but she managed to be a half a second faster than me. then it happened y'all. she ROLLED DOWN EVERY LAST ONE OF OUR STAIRS! - there are 12 if you must know. [i just threw up a little telling you that].

i raced down the stairs as she rolled, and it was like slow motion chasing after her. she didn't tumble head over feet, she literally rolled sideways down the stairs - the better of the two options if there is such a "better" alternative, if one is to roll down some stairs.

she landed on her back, but not before banging her little head on the wooden baseboard of our landing. immediately a large goose egg and a small scrape came up on her right temple and i was automatically that much more concerned. i raced back up the stairs with her, where CJ was standing in disbelief of what our curious daughter had just managed to do. i was hysterical and begging CJ to let me call the ambulance. in my fog of emotions i managed to not notice that vegas was acting completely normal. she was crying of course, but not a painful cry from what i could tell. i grabbed her back from CJ and she suddenly stopped crying. even managed to crack a smile.

i was not chancing her having a mini concussion or something worse, so we immediately packed up our stuff and headed to the emergency room, which is less than 8 miles from our home.  we get there and are put in a room right away. the doctor comes in and checks her out and says he would feel better if we would allow him to do a CATscan on her head to make extra sure there was nothing cracked or swollen since she fell down so many stairs. i'll skip over all of the logistics of how vegas h a t e d that scan. an 11 month old having to lay completely still... you get the picture. everything came back normal and we were free to go.

during the whole situation vegas did not act any different, like she was in pain or anything. i think i cried harder than she did. in that moment i felt like the worst mother in the world. who lets their child baby fall down a staircase? why wasn't i looking at her as soon as she crawled out of our bedroom? my mom had to bring me back to reality because the guilt and remorse i had was overwhelming me. i couldn't control what happened because i am a human. i make mistakes, and she is a curious baby. i cannot keep my eyes on her 24/7. one thing i can do, AND DID was install a gate as soon as we got home.

you live you learn - but i would like for the little baby jesus in the manger to try his best to not let that happen again. please and thank you.

eleven months old.

i want to cry while typing this. i'm sure that is why i have been putting this post off for nearly a month. my fresh out of the oven baby is 11 months old and some change. she is growing and changing every.single.day. it amazes me how she picks up on everything. she hit some pretty major milestones this past month.

- SHE STARTED CRAWLING - full force.
- 18lbs 10 oz. and 28 2/3rd inches tall [35th percentile overall].
- she went from two bottom teeth to to eight, literally overnight.

 - she eats real bite sized food now. this is so weird to me!
- she went to the beach for the first time!
- she still will not drink from a sippy cup. boo.

- she upgraded from her infant carrier to a big girl Britax [that post coming soon].
- we went to the fair for the first time. she was one inch too small to ride the carousel. broke my heart.
- has a slight infatuation with electrical outlets.
- got her first real "owie" by face planting on our coffee table. a big bruise right under her left eye. [ :( ]

- she had her first eye appointment.. i know right!? she is a smidge farsighted, had drops put her in eyes to dilate them [yeah, that was not fun] was soothed by a finger puppet and doesn't need to come back until she is three years old.
- we moved her crib to the lowest position. [tear]
-  she is turning into quite the impatient girl she must get that from me.

i am sure i am missing s o m e t h i n g, but i am still in awe and shock that she is nearly one year [THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE DAYS] old.

enjoy the cuteness that is a baby on a beach.

they tag team [ninja style] - double needle stuck my daughter today.

and this was the end result.

NOT before she let out the most deadly shrieks i have ever heard emitted from her tiny lungs. sadness, i tell you. but fear not, they lasted a mere 60 seconds, tops. i was a little bummed that they didn't have little baby pearls, but i will live... for the next six weeks anyways.

i know it is a "controversial" subject, but every parent is different. some get it done six weeks after the exit from the ute. i am actually surprised in myself that i waited until she was one week shy of six months old.

i told her that any other peircings she wanted would be at her own will, after she turned 35 of course.

so, im officially [that] mom.

you know, the one who turns her back for ONE tiny second and her too old for her own good daughter decides that she is going to roll over for the [first time], and roll right off of her changing pad right on to the FLOOR. i mean, face first.

i died

like d e a d.

at that moment i realized the days of taking my eyes off of my newborn baby even for one second, flew out of the window and i'm pretty sure i heard the swoosh as it went right on by me.

obviously all maternal instincts came rushing to me at once when i scooped my teary eyed baby girl off the carpet and into my lap. she cried for a whole 43 seconds, and then laughed at me. i was too busy checking her limbs, face and head to notice that she didn't have a scratch on her, and she was acting normal. i felt like the worst mother in the world. i mean, who lets their 122 day old baby [almost 4 months, if you don't want to do the math] grow up and decide that she is going to learn how to roll over in the most inconvenient spot imaginable?! i felt so bad, vegas got to snuggle with mommy way past her bedtime.

to make matters worse, the needle lady at our pediatrician has a date with miss v tomorrow - her actual 4 month birthday - to give her the 4 month cocktail of vaccines.

oh and she is getting her ears pierced this weekend.

mother of the year, right here.  ::points double fingers at myself::

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i have sharp claws yo.
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