M and I woke up to a loud thud this morning. My heart raced as I jumped off the bed to see my baby boy lying on the floor and crying in distress. He rolled off the bed!
Me: OHMYGOD! Santiiiiii!!!!!! (almost in tears)
M: MOMMY!!!!!!!!!! (in tears)
Santi: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! (a looot of tears)
Santi, M and I believe, cried more because he heard his parents screaming. He probably felt all the tension and worry. How can we not?! Our baby boy, just 6 months old, fell off the bed. I wanted to fall off the bed myself so I could feel his pain too. I feel so guilty for this incident. I should have moved him in the middle, I should have placed a pillow, I should have so many things!
Grrrr.... this must have happened because recently, I have been talking to relatives about our fear of Santi falling off the bed. Or maybe that was an actual premonition and I should have listened to my intuition! Ayayay...
Now, my darling has a nasty bukol on his forehead. And I am on the look out for anything odd. (You wont imagine how many times I bugged my pedia today though!) Bummer... I just feel really horrible. I pray to all the gods that my baby boy is alright. I will exchange my life for it!