Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

It's taken 8 months, 3 weeks and 4 days for this to happen. But this morning it did. One of the babies fell off our bed with a big thud followed by minutes of loud anguished crying. The child has been difficult the last week, what with the cold and all. It's made it difficult to get through the night with him because he wakes up and cries and will not be placated by anything. Not that it's an excuse but it makes for a very exhausted mommy who unintentionally drifts off to sleep even when she doesn't want to. So this morning, he was up at the crack of dawn and I couldn't keep my eyes open to entertain him. So I sandwich him between the two of us, dump some toys in between and try to just keep him from climbing over us, his human barricades, He must have breeched the defenses quite simply because the next thing I knew, first there was yammering followed by a split second of silence, I'm guessing this was when he was mid flight followed by a thud then the screaming.

Both Packrat and I leapt out of bed, scooped him up and cradled him like the baby he was while he screamed in anger and possibly pain. It took him a while but he was calmed down enough to grin like a loon and crawl to the edge of the bed again which was when I said in dialect "pak buay see ah?" which, in the spirit of things would mean "haven't you learnt your lesson?" or literally speaking "beat but still don't die?".

I've been told that the mommy guilt that follows is tremendous. It is. It really is. I keep picturing it, that first moment when I knew before I saw him that he was on the floor and when I actually did see him, flat on his back on the floor yowling. Packrat assures me that it's something all babies go through and I know that but I still feel bad that because I was asleep, my baby bumped his head. Thankfully he seems none the worse for the wear. My Mother in law said God is his guardian angel which I think is a weird thing to say. My version, God has sent him guardian angels but maybe it's just a case of semantics.

On a stranger note, because my sleep was so interrupted last night, I had strange dreams. Which isn't all that surprising but then this time, it was just hilarious and I had to tell Packrat the minute I woke up. I dreamt that we had No. 3. And No. 3 was a girl. So far, not so strange. But then, Packrat named her Rockstar. Yup, Rockstar.

So, not only are we going to wait a while for No. 3, I'm going to make him sign some sort of agreement that when we do have No. 3, she, or for that matter, he, shall not be named Rockstar. Even if it came to me in a dream on the Easter weekend.

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