On Saturday Andrew and I took a walk with Jonah in his new snowsuit. It was a sunny day and we wanted to take advantage of the weather and get some pictures of him in the snow. We took Jonah out in his old bigger stroller instead of his new smaller one. In his smaller one I rarely buckle him in because he has to be wedged into it and doesn't slip around at all. (Do you see where I am going with this?) Well, we decided that he would be fine in his bigger stroller unbuckled too. Wrong!! As we were walking along Jonah slipped out of the leg opening in the stroller and fell face first onto the ground. It makes me sick to think about it. Andrew swooped down and grabbed him and I just started calling out the name of Jesus. Jonah's mouth was bleeding everywhere and the amount of blood was exaggerated by the drool from his crying. We were not even a block from the house so we quickly carried Jonah home and got him into the bath to clean up and relax. Tylenol was administered and there was a lot of cuddling, crying, and apologizing to our little man.
His teeth ended up being fine, thank the Lord, but his lip swelled up til it surpassed his nose. He has a little scabbed over mustache now and a scratch on his nose but he is healing well. Andrew and I are trying to be kind to ourselves about the situation, knowing that we are not the first parents to make such a mistake. I am, not surprisingly, having a harder time with cutting myself any slack. Jonah counts on us to be his protectors and I feel like we let him down. He experienced trauma on my watch and I hate it. I know that there is nothing that we can do about it now, except learn from it, but it still breaks my heart.
