Haute Mom Dilemma #32 ~ No I Do Not Beat My Child

Being a teacher, I find it very important to expose Stella to certain things early on, so that she knows that they are a part of her life.  Take books for example.  I was thinking about one of my fondest childhood memories; going to the library with my mom to check out books.  I LOVED going to the library.  My mom and I would separate in the library foyer and go to our respective sections.  Those soon became the same sections after so many years, and we would walk down and stand in line together to check our books out.  I even remember the day I got my first library card.  I used to carry it around in my wallet.  All I had in there was the library card and probably some coins but you can bet I never left home without in just in case we were going to the library while we were out.  I was a Girl Scout and I took our motto "Be prepared" very seriously.

I've been determined to have Stella interact with books from day one.  I bought infant books that helped her develop her sight and color.  Now I try to read to her or make books available to her and I must say, she will go to her books before her toys more times than not.  Now that Borders is going out of business, we took a trip there and I bought a ton of books, and I hope to pay them a visit every week or so to build up Stella's book collection.

On Saturday, Stella was playing with these three books that I had found.  They are large, soft sided books (about 12 x 12) with beautifully colored pictures.  They are part of a series of large books of nursery rhymes.  She seemed to be attached to Rock A Bye Baby.  I was watching her thumb (or rather tear) through the pictures and point things out.  Stella and I were conversing about the scenes in the book and every now and then she would get excited and whap the book up and down.  I was thinking that I may actually have a born reader in front of me and watched gleefully as Stella entertained herself with her new literature.  Next thing I know the whap on the floor turned into a WHAP in Stella's face (insert SCREAMING baby here).  Ugh...I really did it this time.  Why does this crap always happen on my watch?  I swear, the TV wasn't even on.  I grabbed Stella just in time to see a welt forming near her eye. 

It is now Monday and my beautiful baby girl looks like a tough little scrapper.  She has a black eye.  Yup...I am a bad mommy and my attempt to integrate an important part of a child's life, reading, has backfired.  My dad wanted to know why I would even let her play with books.  Ok, so my tail is between my legs and I guess my selfish glee in watching my daughter have fun with books has backfired. 

And to all of you who have been giving me those looks when Stella and I have been out and about - no, I do not beat my child. Rock A Bye Baby did it.



10 weeks old - my little reader



Hi!  My mommy let me beat myself with a book.  Check out my shiner!

Haute Mom Dilemma #28 ~ Haute Mom Gets an F

Oh my gosh....ugh.  It happened.  Yep, it finally happened.  That moment in time with your little one that you pray will never happen but you know it will someday.  Stella hit her head.  BAD.  Not one of those "Oh, you're ok!" bumps but an all out "Are you going to have a concussion, brace yourself mom" bump.  I feel TERRIBLE.  Especially because it happened on my watch, and I was really watching her too, not half watching her, half watching Housewives of Beverly Hills.  Speaking of that...

Stella is learning to crawl and has totally mastered the backwards crawl but hasn't quite mastered the forward crawl.  When Stella sees something she wants in front of her, she kinda just leaps and flattens her body forward instead of crawling.  She was playing near her crib and decided she wanted a block next to the crib.  I watched her slowly bend towards it and thought nothing of it.  Then she pulled a move on me and did one of her leap and flatten moves right into the CORNER of the crib leg.  OH MY GOD!  I thought I was going to die.  The poor baby sucked in her breath before letting out the biggest scream. I started crying. A large lump was not far behind.  I can't post a picture because I feel too bad.

Darn that crib.  I feel so sad for Stella who has a big old knot on her head.  The pit in my stomach caused by guilt is even bigger.  I am replaying it over in my mind, wondering if I could have prevented it.  Thank goodness my husband didn't make me feel worse but just shrugged it off and explained that these things will happen.  I am giving myself an F for the day and am grounding myself for the night too.