I’ve been so paranoid about a fall for months, it’s been a daily fear and today right in front of me I asked my father to put him on the bed while I was ironing. He asked if he was safe there and I really thought he was because I was RIGHT THERE in front of him and he walked away and right as I look down at the shirt in a split second I hear a thud and he’s on the floor. He was far from the edge but he’s getting really squirmy and FAST. He’s five months old. There is no bruising, lumps, swelling, blood and he barely even cried but I’m a mess. I feel like the absolute worst even though I know this happens pretty commonly but after being so worried about it I’m having a hard time not beating myself up because I just know better and am mad at myself. I’m mostly here for some comfort or similar stories because I’m bipolar and worried I’ll put myself into a depressive episode and I’ve been doing so good. My sister was here with me and checked him out too. It happened to her son and my other nephew which calmed me down a bit I just keep circling back to it in my head.

On how he’s doing: My son went right back to being his happy smiling chatterbox self within 20 minutes of the incident if I thought he was in absolutely any medical danger I’d have taken him to the hospital.