I definitely did not let MVP in bed with me when she was restless one night in her room only to have her fall out and smack her head on the HARDwood floors. I would never do that because I've read all the warnings and heard all the advice that the safest place for a little one to sleep is in his/her crib alone.
And, on another night, I most definitely did not let her sleep next to rat poison. I mean, seriously, who would do that?
Although trying to make light of these two incidents for the most part I'm not. They both made me nearly sick and I do mean literally. After hearing MVP's small skull crash on the floor and seeing how she acted dazed and confused afterwards, I got all hot and sweaty and had to go sit next to the toilet because I thought I was going to throw up. I was sure she'd just encountered a brain injury. It was so hard to see her like that. It was so scary.
Although, not quite as scary surprisingly, seeing how we didn't realize what had happened until after the fact, the rat poison night had me worrying about all sorts of things. Had MVP eaten some of it? She seems perfectly fine, but will she drop dead at any minute? Will it have long term effects? Had it seeped into her system and will it cause cancer? Will she grow a third leg? Okay so that last one didn't really worry me but all sorts of thoughts started running threw my head. She had developed a strange rash on her face. So overall I don't think my worries were too over exaggerated.
Let me explain a little as to how this happened. My parents have a lake house that they visit on the weekends. Since they aren't there a lot they tend to get unwanted visitors such as mice and possibly other rodents like squirrels or small squinnies. For the mice, they set out traps and poison. It looked as though the mice were taking the bait as a lot of the poison had gone missing. Turns out, either Mr. Mouse or Sid the Squirrel is not dying from this poison but instead dragging it all around the house. We visit for a weekend and put Kenna to sleep in the crib. Everything looked normal. The normal blanket was laying on the crib mattress undisturbed. In the same room is the bed Coach and I sleep in at the lake. It too was nicely made and undisturbed. I crawl in it at about 11 pm and just as I lay down lots of little somethings hit my leg and cause me to jump. In the darkness of the room, I initially think that it's a bunch of dead Asian beetles as those too invade the house as unwanted visitors and upon arriving to the lake this time my mom was vacuuming up a whole bunch of them. But it wasn't. I didn't want to wake MVP who was sleeping on the other side of the room so I made my way to the other side of the bed and turned on the night light. Expecting to see those red bugs, I instead saw a pile of what looked like little blue pebbles. Not knowing exactly what it was, I decided I wasn't going to worry about cleaning out the bed but definitely wasn't going to sleep in it so headed out to spend the night on the couch and inform Coach that he'd have to do the same. We got a decent nights sleep on the couch and all was fine until the morning when we discovered that Sir Squinney had also hoarded a whole bunch of mouse poison into the crib, under the blanket that MVP had just spent the whole night sleeping on!!!! Panic set in!
I've been a worry wart from the start but I think becoming a parent has made my worry warts grow into disgustingly large, hairy ones. Although ultimately, everything is in God's hands and this does relieve a lot of my worry, from time to time the pressure of having a little life under your watch gets a bit overwhelming. But oh so worth it. And I'm learning to push aside the worry because in the end I find that I worry about the wrong stuff anyway. I mean, rat poison wasn't ever on my worry radar...but guess it should have been.
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