My son is a climber.
It was sudden. I don’t know when it happened. One day he can barely sit in his toddler chair, the next day he’s climbing onto the sofa with no trouble at all.
This evening, after a rather difficult weekend at work, I was cleaning up from dinner. I was standing at the dining room table talking with Robert while James watched TV in the living room (within plain sight of the dining room). It doesn’t matter what we were talking about, I don’t remember. I suddenly noticed James was sitting on top of the glass-top sofa side table. And he’s playing with…What the fuck!?
I rushed over to the table saying “James! James! Give it to mommy! GIVE IT TO MOMMY!”
Someone had left a water glass on the side coffee table and James had started to chew on it. Which would normally not be cause for so much alarm. Except this particular water glass had broken into three pieces after being tipped over on the table. (stupid cheap glasses) and my son had a piece of broken glass in his mouth. It wasn’t small, it was large. He was holding it and biting (thankfully) the smooth edge of the rim.
I carefully took all three pieces away from him, took him into his room where I changed his clothes (which were now soaked from the water spilled all over the place), his diaper, and searched frantically for any scrapes or bruises. I only found one tiny little cut on his knuckle. the corner of his mouth looked a little irritated but the skin was not broken.
But I was broken.
Every parent has their own personal “I can’t believe I let that happen” story and I’ve been told 4 of them tonight alone. I’m sorry to say that, for now, it doesn’t make me feel better. Yes I’m relieved he didn’t injure himself. Yes I’m sure everyone in this house will be more careful with their selection of drinkware. (most of us are using plastic cups….I’m just sayin…it narrows the suspect list) Yes I’m sure worse things have happened. But I still can’t look myself in the mirror right now.
By the way, I took a pregnancy test last wednesday and it was negative. But I’m now one week late from the rough schedule my body had been using. I don’t know what I should do.