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Three-feet Fall

Like his usual days, yesterday morning my 8-month-old baby took his morning nap. He already has his morning routine: wake up around 6am, play for a while, have his breakfast, bath and nap.

When I heard his soft cry at 9am, I hurriedly back to my room and saw my baby on the floor! He was not crying – yet. My body shook all over and I was in disbelief – how could I let this incident happened!

I lifted him up and at that moment he started to cry out loud. I wanted to cry, but I was too shocked and fearful. I called to my mom – she was shocked but hurriedly change her attitude. She said that: If everyone is panicking, who will take care of the baby?

I held my baby tightly, told him that I was sorry and started to softly rub his left forehead with some gel to reduce the swollen. Up until today, I still can see the blurry bluish mark on his forehead.

I asked his pediatrician immediately following his fall. She said that as long as my baby did not throw up or showing any signs of dizziness, I don’t have to be worry. Observation is the key, she said.

Well, out of my fear and in with my hope, my baby is back to his gene of being a laughter in a short time. He was easily laughing out loud with us, blink his eyes to attract our amusement and just being himself. He is fine.

He fell from my three-feet bed and recovers well. I sank into the pit of guilty feeing and looking forward to walk out of this pit. One side of me saying that the incident should not happened if I care and aware of the imminent danger. The other side of me whispering that I shall forgive myself and just be his mom.

I shall forgive myself because this pit of guilty feeling is even deeper than my three-feet bed. My son is fine, I shall be better then.

For those parents who have the same experience and feeling like mine, forgive yourself and be better each day.



Being with children turns out to be the most enjoyable time for me. In professional line, I never expected that the best lesson of life come through those little hands of children - with their purity, sincerity and truthfulness. Whenever I sit with a child, I let them lead my understanding of their world - I let their sight guide my way of looking at them. And I always coming to a new land to discover and understand. God bless them! I am a mother of a two-year old boy. His presence strengthen my calling toward children and I am hoping that a lot more hands are willing to give their best for our children - wherever they are.

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