Today I had one of those moments, ya know, the kind where you have to pick your heart up off the ground while simultaneously taking the worlds largest gulp. This morning Jackson woke up really early so I gave him a bottle and put him back to bed. I thought he had fallen asleep until I heard a thud followed by screaming. I ran in there and found him sitting on the floor...he had fallen out of his crib. I'm not sure how it happened but I think he was hanging over the side and flipped right out. He's fine, in fact he stopped crying as soon as I picked him up and the doctor saw no reason to bring him in. I pulled out he tool box and lowered the crib right away but I'm still not sure how my heart can handle all the years of falls and bumps and bruises that are to come!
I'm sort of mortified that I'm actually posting this picture of myself, but I am. I year ago this today I had been admitted into the hospital and induced and we were anxiously awaiting Jackson. He didn't exactly cooperate and wasn't born until the next day. I can't help remembering how excited, nervous, and scared we were!




