Mom Fails

Recently I have had two HUGE, epic Mom Fails. They are both completely embarrassing to admit and were both 100% avoidable.  Let me start by saying that Fenna Mae and Mason David (we found out at our 16 week that baby #2 is a boy!!!) are both completely fine!  Having said that, please take this opportunity to learn from my mistakes...

Fenna started crawling two Sunday's ago, she would only go a short distance and would mostly only crawl on the hard surface in the kitchen.  Well, apparently her crawling abilities excelled more rapidly than I anticipated.  On Tuesday night, after a killer day at work, I left Fenna standing by the table in our living room to run to the kitchen and make her some food.  As I was just stirring everything up, I heard a fall, a long fall, and then the cry started.  I ran out to the living room and saw Fenna on her hands and knees on the bottom of the stairs!  At first what happened didn't register in my mind.  Then I realized that my 8 month old child had fallen down the stairs!  I raced down and grabbed her up, she was moving and crying, both good signs.  I brought her back to the living room and laid her on her changing matt to check over her, there were no signs of any damage.  By that time she had stopped crying, although my tears were still flowing.  We checked for any signs of a concussion but saw nothing.  The girl got away without a bump, scratch, or bruise!  It is still amazing to me that she had survived that with absolutely no effects, but I am so beyond grateful!  Of course I then started googling kids falling down stairs and apparently it's quite a common occurrence, so that made me feel a little better, but trust me, that is a mistake I will not make again!  So scary.

My next fail comes from a very busy day.  This last Saturday my mom came over early to help me do some cleaning, we then went shopping for a friends baby shower, and I ended the night doing a photo shoot for a family.  Apparently during all of this commotion, I forgot to hydrate!  Around 10 that night I started having stomach cramps that very closely resembled contractions.  After about 45 minutes I called my doctors office and they advised me to go to the ER.  Dehydration...completely avoidable on my part.  After an ultrasound to make sure the baby was ok and an IV of fluids I was sent home around 2:30 AM the next morning.  Looking back on the day, I now realize how little water I drank and have been drinking like a fish ever since!  We are so fortunate that both of these instances turned out the way that they did, but they were definitely learning experiences.

Just to prove that Fenna Mae is better than ever, check out this little cutie!