I've been inspired by new mom JoAnna's comment (about forgetting to re-strap her son into his carseat before driving home) on getupgrrl's post yesterday to start a Bad Mommy/Daddy Confessions thread. They say confession is good for the soul, so post it here and get it out of your system.
Here are the rules:
- This is for one-time (OK, or two- or three-time) occurrences, not things like "I didn't breastfeed" or "I dressed my daughter in ruffles every day from infancy to age 5."
- This is for things that could be actually dangerous or at least funny. Not things like "I let my daughter drink apple juice" that aren't actually bad parenting at all.
- Only post things you've done. No fair tattling on your partner or anyone else.
- Post anonymously if you want to. Anyone flaming anyone else will be deleted.
When my son was about 6 months old, I was sitting on the (high) bed, putting on my socks, and he was lying on the bed right next to me. I was looking at him and talking to him, and as I watched him, he vaulted himself off the bed and hit the floor headfirst. He started screaming immediately, but I freaked out and checked his pupils for the next few hours, and took him to the chiropractor the next day.
The next week, I was at a copy shop getting something done for my job, and El Chico was strapped into his stroller behind me. I had given him a teething cookie for the first time. I was yakking away with the copy shop employee, when I got a strange feeling and glanced behind me to find that my son was choking on his cookie. Actual choking, as in no air was flowing. I fumbled like an idiot to get him out of the stroller straps and flipped him upside-down. The cookie bits flew out of his mouth and he started screaming. Let's imagine the looks I got from all the downtown hipsters copying postcards to send out for their upcoming rock shows, shall we?
That was not a good month.