Survivor

Big blue eyes

Cute little figure

Back away girls

till I get a little bigger....

That is if the poor thing can survive with us as parents! ;) I just found out a few days ago a secret that my husband had been hiding from me. While I was out with friends and Mike was at home watching Crue, there was a little accident. Let me first start out by telling you how I came to learn about this accident. I was in the kitchen with Crue and I had him sitting on the counter and I was just getting him some crackers from the cupboard. I still had my hand on Crue so it wasn't like he was chilling there by himself. Mike walked in and said, "Shan! You can't leave him like that on the counter." My reply, "Mike. I'm his mom, like I would leave him on the counter. He could fall off. Why would you even tell me to be careful?" (I asked this question because I've done a few things I probably shouldn't have done when it comes to parenting and he's never questioned anything). Then he gives me this look like, "Should I tell her or should I stand her and pretend that I was just taking a more active role with the parenting?" This look may or may not have actually exisited but if you know my husband I'm sure this thought was running through his head. However the next thing I said was "Come look at Crue. He was sitting on the floor playing and he hit his head when he fell forward. Do you think we need to have him checked?" Then Mike said "No he's fine. When you push on the bump and you can still feel their skull then they're ok. It's when you can't feel it that you need to worry." When I heard him say this I think my eyes got wide and my jaw dropped. How did he know this? Well, apparently while I was with friends a couple of weeks ago Mike sat Crue on the counter. He then turned to grab him a bottle and Crue took a nose dive toward the hardwood floor. Now Mike tells me that he thinks he caught Crue before he really bonked his head (I think he may just be saying this so I don't shoot him). He then proceeds to tell me that he called his mom. Not Crue's mom, which would be me, to let me know about what just happened with my son. She tells him to go to insta-care (thank you Carol). So Mike takes Crue to insta-care where the dr. checks him out and tells him that everything will be ok and gives him the info about bumps. Now you're probably wondering how I didn't notice the goose egg on my childs head. I got home late and Crue was already in bed. I only check on him at night to make sure he's breathing. Since he'd been with his dad all night I didn't think it would be necessary to do a full body search for bumps and bruises. That has changed. When I asked my husband why he didn't tell me he said it was because he knew that I would be worrying all night, checking on him, looking for any kind of sign that something might be a little off so I could run him to the hospital again to make sure everything was ok. He's right. He also said that he worried enough for the both of us and that he kept getting up in the night to check Crue to make sure everything was ok. I'm thankful that he cares enough about me not to let me worry and enough about Crue to get up in the night and check on him. Thankfully Crue survived this and I don't think there is any perment damage. Although he has been doing this kind of retarded smile for awhile now.... Anyway I know accidents happen and I really don't blame Mike at all. I'm sure something like this will happen to me eventually and I just hope Mike's not around to witness it, because when it does happen I will not be telling a soul!