Here is a topic to which T-Clog can relate, Aaron WILL be able to relate, and Mixdorf can maybe just understand. It is the topic of falling with your baby in your arms. It has happened only twice that I can really recall, and in both cases Lucy was safe at the expense of my own safety.
The first time, when she was no more than six months, I slipped and fell from a top stair and actually slid on my back, head-first, down half the flight of (wooden) stairs, yet somehow managed to keep the little girl upright and out of harm's way. Sharon heard the crash from the other room and freaked until she found The Precious was unscathed.
The second time was actually yesterday. Sharon & Lucy came down to visit me at work and take me out for a coffee break. We went to Betsy' Back Porch (the site of the Camden Garden release party). While carrying little Loo, I failed to notice a dropoff of three concrete steps. I stepped out into midair, then crashed my knee down into a concrete side rail at the level of the top step. The force of this fall was so great that it tore a God Damned hole in my work pants. Do you understand me? They did not rip from something cutting across sideways or pressure tearing from either side. The simple act of my knee slamming into the concrete ripped these pants open. Lucy unharmed, of course, again. I had to hand Lucy delicately to Sharon while I had the expression on my face that looked like I had a mouth full of Curly-leaf Pondweed (potamogeton crispus). Both were distressed at my condition, but what could I do?
I have often said, when either of them is in any kind of physical discomfort, that I would take the pain for them if I could. Perhaps in these instances, I did.
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Good work protecting the little one! I suggest you wear your glasses. :)
Wow, so you've never had a similar experience with Jonah?
I've always been a little dangerprone. One of the things I told Sharon before we got married is that she's have to accept that at least once a month, I'm gonna just crack my head on something. It had actually slowed down in the last number of years, but fatherhood has reinvigorated my youthhood. I'm moving around fast, slamming into and falling over things once again.
So far so good. Knock on wood. I am always looking around when I have him in my arms. My spacial awarness almost becomes enhanced when I am holding him. If I did fall, I would try my best to keep him from getting hurt. I too would take the pain for him. I often pray for God to take his cold or upset tummy away and to give it to me so that he can fine and sleep well. I also ask for Sarah's pain, but that is hers to carry for now. Prayers are answered in God's time not mine.
That's one way of looking at it.
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