I'm committed to being up for the next 30-60 minutes because I put a teeth whitening tray into my mouth. A nice dentist friend went to a conference and procured a sample for me. Blame it on my my love for coffee and tea, but my teeth look awful and I've noticed that ladies who get their teeth whitened really do look younger and a whole lot better.
Maybe it's just the marketing and the media and industry telling me that I need some product to be happy or feel beautiful. I am sure some commercial got into my subconscious making me self-conscious about my teeth, but since I normally do not care about my appearance, my clothes or my hair, I'll allow myself the indulgence of wanting pearly whites.
I'm also wired from too much Easter chocolate and a ring pop that Mia got from an Easter treat bag at church. Mia didn't need a ring pop, so of course I had to try on the 100 carat blue raspberry ring. Looked ridiculous.
So now to the title of my entry. My precious little thing dove out of her crib this morning. All day long I have not been able to forgive myself for this incident. And as the day progressed, a reminder began to emerge. A bump formed on her little head. This is one of the moments in my life that I wish I could turn back time. Mia woke up around six and she was not crying so I continued to snooze figuring it would teach her to stay in her crib until 6:30 or later. But both Ken and I raced out of bed when we heard a loud thud. Since Mia is right next door, we made it to her before she even registered what happened and began to cry. The poor thing did a complete flip, head first and landed on her back. She only cried for less than a minute and started asking for nai-nai (milk-milk in Mandarin). Ken promptly moved the crib mattress down to the lowest level.
It has of course occurred to me that she fell out of the crib on Easter. I should forgive myself and stop replaying the unfortunate event. I do thank God that Mia was not seriously injured, but it is difficult to forget with her bump. The funny thing is little spunky Mia keeps getting herself into situations where she could get hurt and it's a little bit of toddlerhood and and whole of lot of her temperament. For now, I am grateful that she is fine.
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Don't feel so bad... I've done worse. I'm proud of it but at one Sunday at church when my son was about a year old, I was swinging him back and forth on my legs while I sat on a chair. All of a sudden, I heard this thud sound and JJ crying. He fell through my legs and hit his head. :( Now, THAT I feel bad about... but in general, kids will do all sorts of falling... life lessons.
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