I Am a Bad Mommy

[AnaKhouri]

Thanks everyone. I am feeling better and I think he already forgot it.

And let's not mention her getting attacked by the double bed in my mother's house nor her getting attacked by the Death Dealer statue we have in our house.

Like the Frazetta painting? That.Is.So.Sweet. We have "The Norseman" and "The Egyptian Queen" on our walls.

[CaroPhoenix]

Yeah, it's based on this painting.

It's on top of our entertainment center in our basement. She's starting to get interested what's on top again as she's getting taller (as of end of September, she's 4 feet 2 inches! and she's 6 years old! ).

Yeah, my mom was madder than hops when I told her what happened.

I didn't even check Child Rum for blood. Statue fell onto her face. She started to cry. I ran up 2 flights of stairs (townhouse - we're in the basement - 3 levels). I threw her at my sleeping husband screaming "Is she bleeding?" and as I'm looking for my sneakers, I look at my hands and yeah ... covered in blood.

Of course she didn't want Mommy or Daddy to clean off her face. So here we are, 10 PM at night, in the ER, dried blood all over her face. Yeah ... It was ... fun.

We laugh about it now ... but sheesh.

[Kheldarson]

I fell out of my stroller when I was a baby and cut my forehead open on the brick wall nearby. I wouldn't call my parents bad for that.

Or for the time my youngest brother barrelled his way through the gate across the stairway in his walker and went head over heels down the stairs. Didn't go near them for a while after that.

[blas]

You are not a bad parent. That was an accident.

When I was a baby, my mom trusted my 11 year old uncle (who had only held one other baby in his life, and that was his younger brother) to hold me.....and he dropped me on the floor because I was "too little".

Then one time, my parents trusted my crazy alcoholic great aunt to babysit me. As she was going to put me to bed, she rammed my head into the doorknob.

[Food Lady]

I have sooooo many stories about me and my brother. My mom is awesome. Didn't stop her from allowing me to accidentally fall off the changing table. She also fell out the back door and down the stairs while she was holding me. I turned out fine. Stuff happens. Those little skulls are harder than you think.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Mine fell off the bed onto hardwood. I don't know how old she was. Young enough I really didn't expect her to roll over, if that tells you anything. Actually, I didn't do it, the HUSBAND did it, technically.

Enter obligatory flip out, trip to doc's, baby fine.

I went home and dismantled the bed. We slept on a mattress on the floor for something like a year after that. I did not plan to spend another afternoon crying because it maybe happening again. I was out of my freaking mind.

You are not a bad mommy. It happens.

[Setsunaela]

my little brother's skull has been knocked more times than one can count almost.. falling down the basement stairs IN his baby walker thing that's designed so they can bounce off walls and stuff. falling off the front porch in a radio flyer, me hitting him in the head with a big rock (I was throwing rocks into a lake and he walked right in front of me out of nowhere.. SMACK!) oh and of course don't forget the time he tried to ride my aunt's great dane like a pony and got bucked off and cracked his head on the TV cabinet's nice, sharp corner..

[pitmonkey]

Just wait for the first black eye!!! They will always find ways to give you a heart attack at all ages.

[boringscreenname]

It happens to everyone, don't sweat it. You're not a bad parent. I've lost track of the number of times my kid rolled off the couch or the bed. N

ow he's 15 months old and no better. He's pulled his push toy over on top of himself, smashed his fingers repeatedly in various ways and almost always has a bruise on his forehead for something or another. So far he hasn't suffered any brain damage.

[Plaidman]

Just wait for the first black eye!!! They will always find ways to give you a heart attack at all ages.

My first black eye caused my mom to go into a raging fit at my school. Naturally I was the one moved to a different classroom while the other student got to laugh and brag around school.

I'm so glad my mom pulled me out of that school.

[dalesys]

I broke my 4th child's leg when he was 6 weeks old ...
and felt good about it...


The rest of the story:
My wife & I (25 &26) went over to the park to play catch with a baseball and laid Allen by a tree.
Her throwing is very wild. I ran to catch a high toss wildly to the side and as I caught it I stepped on Allen. He cried a little, we took him to our doctor, he got a cast (which he wiggled out of within a day, so it had to be redone), and we decided to not play catch any more (at least baseballs).

Why did I feel good? (once I checked him out)

When you've stepped on your baby and the only damage is a greenstick lower leg fracture ... you're DAMN lucky.

[BookstoreEscapee]

Just wait for the first black eye!!! They will always find ways to give you a heart attack at all ages.

When I was 7 my brother got me square in the cheek with a softball (I was throwing so he could practice hitting...so yeah, this was off a baseball bat). Much screaming, mom comes running out of the house...Not sure how I didn't end up with a broken cheek or missing teeth. Don't think I even had a visible bruise. Guess it's a good thing it wasn't a baseball.

When I was about 9 or so I was walking the dog (Mini Schnauzer); my brother was riding his bike alongside us. Dog saw another dog and took off. I was caught off guard and went face first into the street. Again, much crying, brother sped down the street to the house, mom came running...again, no real visible injury that I recall. (Then brother had to catch the dog which was always fun. Luckily when she did get loose she never left the neighborhood, and it's only two parallel streets connected by a third, shorter street, but she did like to run. )

[blas]

I still haven't gotten a black eye *knock wood*

My first real injury was I got whacked in the head with a golf club.

But that boy I was playing with was in way more pain than me......as soon as I stopped seeing stars, I kicked him in the balls so hard I'm surprised he didn't throw up.

[BarbieGirl]

I just ran over my 3 yo's toes with the computer chair today. Luckily a kiss and a hug and he forgave me. I've been carrying my kids and didn't judge the distance between their heads and the wall very well and ran into it. Such is life I guess.

You want stories on being a bad mother my MIL wrote the book.
DH at 3yrs was allowed to play in the front yard by himself and proceeded to run into a moving car get his foot stuck in the wheel well and get dragged down the block before any one noticed. Has a nice 5" scar across the back of his head for that.
Because she couldn't keep her legs closed and wouldn't buy a vehicle big enough for all 5 kids DH got stuffed in the trunk so she wouldn't get a ticket.

So yeah accidents happen, you care, you're a good mommy =-)

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Let's see...I went rolling down the stairs numerous times, launched myself out of my bouncer onto the floor numerous times, went banging into walls and doors more times than I can imagine, and ran away from my parents at the beach, got into deep water and maybe came close to drowning.

Explains a lot, doesn't it?