Just before noon yesterday, my cell phone rang. I had to dig into my purse to find it, while driving down the street, figuring it was my mom and she usually keeps calling until I pick up. Without looking at the caller ID I flipped open my phone and said hello.
It was the director at Gabbie's daycare, with the opening line, "Gabbie is fine, but..."
She fell off of a table.
It was picture day yesterday, so they had an infant chair set up on a low table over a matted floor. They put Gabbie in the chair, stood up to take the picture, and she rolled out of the chair, off the table, and onto the floor. She was completely unharmed (just a little scared), but that's besides the point. She's a very active baby. A very fast, active baby. You can't leave her anywhere where there's a possibility she might fall or bump into something or pull something on top of herself, because the odds are she'll do it. These people watch her every day. They know these things.
I sat through a brief conference call after the call from daycare, but couldn't hold out any longer than that. I needed my baby. So I cut out of work early to go pick her up, and we cuddled and napped all afternoon.
Aaron was a little more freaked out than I, mostly I think because I was a fast, active, accident prone kid as well, and I turned out just fine. There were some close calls though, and I would desperately like to avoid those with my daughter.
I called my mom last night and apologized for all those times that I did things like this, even those times I didn't mean to, just like Gabbie didn't mean to roll off the table. Mostly because my heart stopped for a second when I heard she fell, and that was a horrible feeling. I know this is just the first of many times that I will have that feeling, and I dread them all.