DD is 8 months old and strong and energetic. I was playing with her
last night and had her held up high and I almost dropped her. (cringe)
UGH. I am such a flippin idiot.
I keep playing out the alternate version of the evening in my head, if I DID drop her. She would have fallen about 4 feet... ugh, ugh ugh. I was so upset, I couldn't even eat last night. I can imagine myself sitting in a ER with a hurt girl, hopefully it wouldn't have been too serious, I guess you can never know, and i am thankful that I didn't have to find out.
scares me is that one day, my kids could (will?) get hurt, sick,
injured, you name it. It is a part of life. All I know, is I will always
worry about my family, hopefully I won't let it consume me! Also,
hopefully it won't be at my hand! I love my baby more than anything in
this world, i can't imagine being responsible for her pain.