And so here i am back at this space to pen down what just happened this morning.
Its day 2 of home alone (hub went overseas for biz trip) and i was quite thankful for a gd night slp. Baby woke up and smiled like an angel.
Fed him and changed diaper and was rushing for work.
Prepped him and left him on bed, looked at the surrounding and thought to myself, it should be fine. Almost eft without blocking his legs angle but i decided to put a bolster there jus in case. And i quickly rush to prepare food for tui.
He was making some random talking sound in the room and just when i opened the packet of kibble, it was all too silent. And came a freakimg loud cry.
I chionged back to the room at full speed only to find the bed empty.
Im fucked.
The worse scene ive ever seen with baby on the floor crying face down. Thank god for the bolster i put because it helped to cushion him.
Picked him up and i was trembling so badly. He was crying so badly too.
But you know what, im really really thankful for aiden as my son because he is such a brave and sensible boy. He cooled down and stopped within 5 mins while his mother continued to cry and madly apologising to him.
He had a red bruise on the right side on his eye brow which has subsided by now.
Moral of the story - never ever be too complacent.
I knew there might be a chance tt he will fall and i was just thinking about it at the back of my head. But somehow i decided to take the chance and i fucking regretted it.
Lesson learnt.
And im also very grateful for my neighbours bu pa and bu ma which came over to check on us.
And my lady boss which called me and offered to drive over and help.
Really...
