Even though we're about as qualified to be parents as Levi Johnston and Bristol Palin, my wife and I have gone a year without any major baby-related accidents.Until this past Saturday when Luke fell off the bed face first. Before I continue-- HE'S FINE.
He had a purple bump on his forehead for a few days, which made him look like a tiny Mikhail Gorbachev, but he's perfectly healthy. We, on the other hand, aren't doing so great. It doesn't matter who was in the room with him at the time of the fall (to be fair, we did tell our cat Lola to keep a paw on him). The aftemath of said fall was a lot of tears and wailing, by Luke and by us. What we've realized since then, however, is how common this is. Quite literally, every parent we've spoken to since the bed incident has something just as bad, if not worse, happen to their babies, through no fault of their own.
Almost all of them replied with something like "falling off the bed is nothing. When my son was 1 he (fell, flew, jumped) off the (table, chair, moving vehicle) and landed on his (head, butt, dad's crotch)."But the real casualty from this has been now we are EXTREMELY overprotective of him, becoming the overbearingly safety-conscious parents we swore we'd never become. I want our kid to grow up adventurous and confident, not timid and frightened (like his dad). I know that he's going to get bumps and bruises and scrapes and such over the course of his life, but seeing him cry like that as something I never want to see again.I think what we need to do is have another baby.
Everyone says that you become less worried about those things with the 2nd one. Is that why people have more kids? Probably. At the very least, if Luke fell off the bed again, at least he'd land safely on another baby.