Okay, I officially win the Worst.Mommy.Ever award
Don't do what I did!
Last night, I picked up Z from daycare, needed to run to Target really quick to pic up some stuff for moving this weekend (I have someone coming to help me clean the new house Saturday so needed some supplies). Tried to put Z in the cart --the front part --but he was fussing and squirming. DH has been letting him ride in the main part of the cart and he wanted to do that. Sure fine whatever, I am trying to get in and out of Target and figured I would be there long. But you HAVE to sit down. Which he sorta did. First on his knees, then butt, then knees.
We are in the store not 4 minutes, I wasn't really paying attention cause I am trying to find shelf paper. I *think* what happened is he saw something, stood up, and maybe just leaned a bit out of the back of the cart to see at the EXACT minute I stopped the cart. Mind you I wasn't going fast or anything.
The next thing I see is my baby boy flying out of the back of the cart --head first --falling to the tile floor --hits the front of his head, his neck snaps back and he lands on his back. I immediately run and grab him going omg omg. I pick him up, think maybe I shouldn't in case he has a neck injury but give him this huge hug and start checking him out. He was so hysterical he couldn't even scream at first --you know that cry they do when they aren't breathing and trying to cry but nothing comes out
He was fine. Only thing he said hurt was his fingers which of course I thought were broken. But he could move them and he could make a fist. I searched his head and tried to figure out if every bump I felt was supposed to be there. They were.
After a few minutes of hugs and kisses he calmed down and was fine. I asked him if he wanted to go home or stay and shop (cause I had promised him I'd buy ice cream. And he wanted to stay.
He does have a HUGE bump on his forehead where he hit but he swore that didn't hurt. I watched him like a hawk the rest of the evening to see if any signed of concussion, and got up a few times last night too.
He was fine, I was in tears most of the night. When DH got home that night I told him Z will NEVER AGAIN sit in the back of the cart.