Last week I learned the hard way that the Dude knows how to crawl backwards.
Besides his crib, there is a large queen size bed in his room. I usually put his baby bath on the bed and bathe him there because there is no room in our bathroom and the tub is so deep it kills my back. As I was preparing his bath, I put him down in the middle of the bed. Because he rolls from back to belly to back pretty good these days, I put some pillows on both sides so that he would not roll. He was on his tummy chewing on a toy when I left the room to get his blankie out of the living room. As I was walking back toward his room I heard a thud and then a shriek.
I have never ran so fast in my life. I ran into his room and there he was on the floor crying. I picked him up and rocked him. After a few minutes he calmed down but there was a red bump on his head.
Although he had stopped crying, I made the German take us to the hospital. On the way there Christopher laughed and smiled and chewed on his teething ring. By the time the doctor saw him, he was tired but content. She flashed a light in his eyes and felt his scull. The she asked if he had thrown up or lost consciousness. Negative to both. She smiled and said everything was okay and to take him home and call if his behavior changed at all. I had managed to keep it together during that first hour, but when the doctor told me he was okay, I sat down and started crying.
We were so lucky that nothing happened and that the bed is not that high. In fact the bump on his head is already gone. However, the Dude and I are not fast learners. The next day I left him on the living room floor to go to the kitchen and get his bottle. In two minutes he had rolled from his play area to underneath the chair, and was crying for me to get him out. Dude, I have a HUGE living room.
Now whenever I leave a room I put him in either his play pen or his bed. I would rather hear him cry to get out then bump his head again. He is repaying me by now rolling over in his sleep, getting stuck on his stomach and crying for me to come put him back in his proper sleeping position. Oy. The perfect beginning to the German's first day back to school after summer vacation.