We’ve had a horrendous day.

At around 10.15am baby Jesse managed to pull himself up and then fling himself off our bed. He flew past my left leg and on his way to the floor he smacked his head on the edge of our bedroom door. He cried instantly and then went very quiet and floppy. An ambulance was called and the paramedics decided to take us all in. The doctors were concerned about some swelling but sent us home after a few hours of observation. After a snooze and a feed the little fella was back to his usual self and full of smiles for his terrible mother who let him fall. All he has to show for his exploits is a fairly impressive bump on his forehead and a pair of little bruised knees.

I have cried so much today. The fact we were attended to by what has to have been the most patronising doctor in the whole of the NHS probably didn’t help. Funnily enough I was aware that the accident might have been prevented… surely the fact I was cradling my son in my arms while sobbing heavily was an indication of the fact my maternal guilt had already kicked in. Honestly, zero bedside manner.

Uggh… I feel completely emotionally drained.

Loveaudrey xxx

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