And the Mother of the Year Award Goes To…

Yesterday morning when I was leaving for work I was holding Luke’s hand so he could walk down the stairs off the porch with me, but he kind of stumbled on the first step so I told him I was just going to carry him down the rest and I lifted him up just by his wrist (my other arm was full of stuff) and lifted him down the other four stairs or so.  I mean, I know that’s not the ideal way to pick up a child, but had no idea I could cause serious injury!  So, he was kind of fussy on the way to Bonnie’s.  When we got there I told her he was fussy, and when she got him out of his carseat he really started wailing.  Then it hit me.  I kind of moved his hand and wrist around and he started crying again.  I realized I had hurt him!  Tommy met up with me and we went to Civista and we had to wait a long time to be seen, but were only with a doctor for about a minute and she realized it was his elbow and popped it right back in.  He’s been perfectly fine ever since.  I know I will never ever be picking my child up like that again!  Not to swing him around, not for “one, two, three, whee,”  and certainly not to carry him down the stairs!!  I was just so shocked because it wasn’t rough, I didn’t grab him or snatch him.  I know it’s common, but it’s really sad, especially when it’s inflicted by Mommy!

So, here’s a video of him from yesterday showing that he’s all better.  Please excuse him talking with his mouth full.  He was happy with his crackers at that moment, and I pretty much let him do whatever he wanted all day yesterday :)  I’ll have to try to get a video of him saying pizza better.  It is absolutely my favorite word that he says.  He always whispers it, and it’s just like a p sound and then a lispy “zza.”  So cute.