Saturday, July 9, 2011

and mother of the year goes to....

aaah, the life of a dedicated blogger.  i love it when i log on to the blog and realize there are old posts i never finished...

anyway, back in february, i officially lost mother of the year.  even though this happened almost six months ago, i can look back on it and laugh.  kind of. 

i would have to say that not only have i experienced my worst-parenting-experience to date, i might go as far to say that i have recently experienced my worst moment in my life. 

i know you're asking yourself, "what has she done that is so awful?!"  well, let me tell you.  after brice was born, we discovered the amazingly beautiful and ever awe-inspiring, heaven-on-earth place i like to call costco.  yes, seriously.  i love it that much.  we make our trips to costco after church on sunday, and this was like any other trip...until "it" happened...

we were all enjoying our pleasant afternoon strolling through costco with our main focus of the trip being formula.  as we approached the tower of formula, i reached up, grabbed a can and handed it to bryce.  that's when it happened.  my a.d.d self got distracted by who-knows-what (possibly the joe's jeans for $70.  or it may have been the space bags that were a steal for $19.99.  then again, it could've been the 24 pack of shiner bock that wass $21...)  anyway, back to the event:  as my attention was diverted from the situation at hand, i proceeded to loosen my grip on the two and a half pound can of formula, expecting it to already be in my husband's hand.  unfortunately for our sweet girl, it wasn't. 

BAM.  RIGHT ON HER PERFECT LITTLE FOREHEAD.  oh.  my.  GAWSH.  it took her a good ten seconds to realize her mother - her protector, who carried her in her belly for 37 and 1/2 weeks - had just dented her head and quite possibly gave her a concussion...

never in my life have i exited an establishment so quickly.  straight to the truck i ran, cuddling my baby so close in an effort to comfort her...and to muzzle the blood-curdling screams coming from her tiny little lungs. 

after about 15 minutes of intense crying from both parties (actually, i probably cried more than she did because i felt so horrible), we were able to regain our composure.  unfortunately for b, there were visual reminders:  not only was there a dent, (YES, A DENT.  I DENTED MY BABIES HEAD.  WORST.  MOTHER.  EVER.) there was a lovely little goose egg that would remind me of the incident for the next week.  wonderful. 

but, like most mothers learn, she is resilient and it appears that she has made a "full recovery."  well, that is until she's a teenager and then her daddy tries to blame me and this "formula-dropping-incident" on her bizarre behavior...  :)

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