On bumps and bruises

Over a chat with my brother this morning, I discovered that he had fallen asleep while supposedly looking after his 10 month old baby early this morning - resulting in the baby's rolling off the bed landing on the floor with a loud thud. Of course he was feeling like a really horrible parent, which is a feeling all too familiar for me, from the first time my son fell off the bed too.

Note that I said - first time.

My son has fallen off the bed quite a number of times. Maybe thrice when he was a year old, and about the same number of times in the last year, at two years old. Eventually even putting pillows or having two sleeping adults beside him didn't work. His sleepy body would somehow find its way to the parts of the bed with a little vacant space, and roll off and land with a loud thud on the floor. No major accidents ever came from his falling off the bed, and after a minute of consoling, everyone is back in bed and dreamland. Doesn't make it any more pleasant an experience though.

A lot of people tell me that having a son means expecting a LOT more bumps and bruises in the future, and I can already foresee that. Nico runs like a bullet - at times with his eyes closed, and other times moving forward while his head is turned looking behind to see if anyone is chasing him. He's ran into walls, table corners and doors, fallen on grass and on the pavement. He's had a huge wound smack across his nose, and bumps growing on bumps (really! it was U-G-L-Y. I felt like he had hydrocephalus!).

But well, I'd better get used to this because this bullet of mine is not slowing down.