I infected our entire daycare with this FUCKIGN STOMACH BUG because I thought she was better (24 hours since last vomit and no fever! normal appetite and energy levels!) and I was WRONG.
Like, my DCP is puking her guts out and closed today and I'm pretty sure all the parents hate me right now. And I don't blame them.
I sent DS to daycare with Hand, foot & mouth for a few days because I didn't know what it was. I'm pretty sure I'm the one that infected the whole place.
He fell out if his baby swing once. I will never get over this one.
He is 5 and still sleeping with me. He was in his own bed for a year and now he's back. I don't know how to get him back in his own.
Oh, when he was about 3 he was out back for a few minutes while I was inside and started to climb up the little hill in the backyard and fell. My girl dog is the one who alerted me to the situation and my boy dog was the one standing over him to take care of him. I felt like my dogs were better parents that day.
I was at the pool last summer with both girls. They both have floaties, but SST could stand and swim in the shallow end so she wasn't wearing hers. I put BBT's floaties on her and they were playing on the stairs and right down from the stairs. I was sitting at a table right there, and I was rifling through the bag trying to find sunscreen and my calendar book so I could make some notes. I make some notes, look up, and BBT had slipped out of her floaties and was under the water. I jumped out and pulled her up and out. She was fine, it had only been a second or two, but she was scared and upset and crying, and I still get physically shaky remembering it. Turns out I had put SST's floaties on her instead of her own and they were too big, that's how she slipped out.
Oh and even better, she and SST spent the next few months reminding me of it daily "Member when I went under the water at the pool?" Thanks...thanks.
I'm sure they exist, but I blocked them out. The only one I can remember is A rolling off the changing pad on the dresser.
There was also one time when DH locked himself out of a running van with one kid standing next to him and the other buckled in her carseat. I was 30 min away so he had to call the police.
I was walking behind Abby in the hall in front of our door, and tripped on my pant leg. I fell right on her, and came THISCLOSE to throwing her headfirst into the wall. No one was hurt, but I sat and sobbed because I could have seriously injured her because I'm clumsy.
Oh, and the usual "turned away for a minute and she fell off the bed" story from when she was an infant.
My version of this Shorti landed in a basket of laundry. Mt. Clothesmore saves the day!!
See, THAT'S why I never put clean clothes away. Or wash the dirty ones. Or do anything with them really besides fill baskets and make piles.
Stella fell off her changing table into her drawer, which thankfully open all the way she didn't lose an eye on the corner.
I slipped on the ice once carrying Ben and smacked his head on the concrete. I can still hear that sound. Another time, I was mere millimeters from slamming Ben's teeny tiny fingers in the minivan door, which probably would have cut them right off. :::shudder:::
I infected our entire daycare with this FUCKIGN STOMACH BUG because I thought she was better (24 hours since last vomit and no fever! normal appetite and energy levels!) and I was WRONG.
Like, my DCP is puking her guts out and closed today and I'm pretty sure all the parents hate me right now. And I don't blame them.
As for old school losing kids style fails - I've told you all the stories about my sister during her runner days? Like, MULTIPLE episodes where my mom lost my sister on our 20+ acres in the middle of the woods with horses and a pond because she'd wait till mama was in the bathroom and just make a break for it? Usually barefoot. And once naked. that's fun. Going to the bathroom while your 2 year old is sitting on the couch, perfectly content watching Sesame Street and eating cheerios, come back out and the front door is wide open and she's gone. Then when you run back to the house to call for backup after darting all over the place screeching her name, the phone rings and it's your neighbor 3/4 of a mile away saying, "uhhhh, aaaare you missing something?" because a grungy naked gremlin child showed up on her front step with a fist full of dandelions.
Luckily that neighbor was my mom's BFF and did not call CPS.
Awww. My DS gave our entire daycare Hand Foot and Mouth. I assume he caught it at the pediatrician's office at his 18 month appointment. I had noticed some sores, but the nurse said it was probably just a reaction to the chicken pox vaccine... HA! The entire in-home daycare was shut down for a week because literally every kid (and a few parents) contracted it. My poor DCP had to deal with her own two DD's having HFM along with disinfecting all the toys/surfaces in her home. :?
It happens.
On Super Bowl Sunday H and I gathered with 12+ friends and watched the game. Within 48 hours 9 of us (including 2 kids) had the stomach flu. It turns out the hosts' 2 year old wasn't really over his stomach flu. It happens; no one was mad.
Post by MixedBerryJam on Feb 27, 2015 10:08:07 GMT -5
I haven't read them all, but here's mine: I left a nice, tall pitcher of mai tais in the fridge after a party one night. My children, 3 and 4 at the time, poured themselves nice tall glasses of "mommy juice" the next morning.
My H works every other weekend, so it's just me and kiddo those Saturdays and sundays. He leaves at 6 am and she is a pretty decent sleeper (once we get her to go to sleep, but that's a whole other story) and will usually sleep in on the weekends until at least 8:00. One Saturday morning I didn't wake up until almost 10, and then panicked when I noticed she wasn't in her bed. Before I could go frantically searching the house for her, here she sauntered in through the front door, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. She had woken up, saw our neighbor's horses standing near our back fence (our yard backs up to a large pasture) and decided to sneak out of the house to go pet them. Freaked me the EFF out.
could have been worse...one of the times my sister took off on my mom, she found her standing DIRECTLY under a horse, brushing her belly.
Luckily it was the most laid back horse we've ever owned. But mom had to stroll up to the horse all nonchalant so she didn't step away and knock my sister over (and then likely kinda freak out about the screeching noise my sister would would like be making at that point and trample her) while trying not to shit her pants the entire time.
Oh I forgot about the time pete put his sister in the bottom drawer of the dresser and then stood on the drawer and tipped the whole thing, including the tv that sits on top on both their heads. That was fun.
Post by cinnamoncox on Feb 27, 2015 10:38:26 GMT -5
Oh I just remembered this one. This happened at the zoo too, what's with that? Anyway, when ds was about 5, we were at the zoo and there was a bee near him, I'm terrified of bees, like I'm not sure there's a strong enough word to express my fear properly. Well, I saw the bee near him....and I started to run and a stranger swatted it away. What an asshole I am for that one. It was 11 years ago and I still feel like shit when I think about it. It all happened in like a minute or so, but I still sucked wicked bad for it.
Post by jillboston on Feb 27, 2015 10:54:41 GMT -5
I don't have kids but this is an epic one for one of my sisters. She is at our house (lived with us then as her husband died in an accident 3 weeks before her son was born) - it is middle of winter - ice and snow everywhere. She is scraping off the car - it is running and in park- and has my nephew in front seat - I guess it probably was a car seat () but maybe not (if is was a car seat it was the 1971 version). So nephew - he was 3 - manages to get the car in gear and it starts driving out of the driveway (sis is grabbing the bumper - her hands were all cut up) -drives across the street - 50 yards on a down hill grade through the parking lot of our town dept of public works, smashes into one of the bay doors - my school buddy's Dad is working on a truck behind the door and is able to leap out of the way. Nephew found in the floor of the front seat - not a scratch on him.
Same sis- I'm 5 and in the back seat of her car behind her in the driver's seat - waiting for my Mom - car is parked - have my head hanging out the window (why I don't know. I was a weird kid) She pushes the automatic window and my head gets stuck in it and I'm choking (they were not child safe in those days) - she finally hears me...
I still feel sick over this, and I'm not sure if I have ever confessed this on gbcn.
When ds was 3 weeks old, I was sending dd, 18 months, to daycare two mornings a week. I would pick her up after lunch before nap. We went to get her one day, and it wasn't until I already had her shoes on that I realized I left him in the car. Temperature was fine, but doors were unlocked.
I blame sleep deprivation, but when the topic of forgetting kids in the car comes up, I now completely understand how it happens. I never did before then.
I wanted to admit that I forgot dd2 in the car once. Every time she goes to the store with me, I have my oldest as well. One time my oldest stayed home but I brought the baby with my cousin and I out to eat. The baby fell asleep, as usual. When we got to the fast food place, since I didn't have chatty dd1 to keep my attention, I had forgotten the baby was even in the car. It was the first time I had ever taken her and not her sister. I had time to order and get my food before I remembered. Fortunately the weather was okay but I'm so paranoid now. I can't believe I forgot and have a hard time dealing with it.
there have been the two times - one this fucking week - where LB has ran in front of a car at the bus stop. INCHES away from being run over and i scream like the white trash mom i am at LB and the car.
I nearly ran my son over earlier this week. He was running home from the bus stop and I was driving over to pick him up, apparently a couple minutes late. He bolted across the street in front of me. The look on his face when he turned his head and saw me coming is one I will never forget. He swears he looked both ways before crossing but clearly he did not because I NEARLY RAN OVER MY SON.
Post by penguingrrl on Feb 27, 2015 10:55:55 GMT -5
There was the time I fell asleep while nursing newborn Drew and woke up to find him face down in our thick quilt. Also the time I had him asleep in bed and DH heard him crying from the other room and came to see why I wasn't nursing him to find that it didn't wake me up.
Or the two times Drew crawled right off our (high) bed (onto hardwood floors) because H got out of bed and he wanted to follow Daddy.
Or the day Emma jumped off the top bunk because she was pretending to be Rapunzel belaying down the tower and using her blankie as Rapunzel's hair.
Awww. My DS gave our entire daycare Hand Foot and Mouth. I assume he caught it at the pediatrician's office at his 18 month appointment. I had noticed some sores, but the nurse said it was probably just a reaction to the chicken pox vaccine... HA! The entire in-home daycare was shut down for a week because literally every kid (and a few parents) contracted it. My poor DCP had to deal with her own two DD's having HFM along with disinfecting all the toys/surfaces in her home. :?
It happens.
On Super Bowl Sunday H and I gathered with 12+ friends and watched the game. Within 48 hours 9 of us (including 2 kids) had the stomach flu. It turns out the hosts' 2 year old wasn't really over his stomach flu. It happens; no one was mad.
Last time I had a stomach bug this is exactly how it happened. That kid is now 6, but I still occasionally tease her parents about it. Like when we got sick this go round I told her that I'm not sure how, but I thought it was their fault. (we actually are totally confused about where this came from...shorti got sick while with the IL's)
Lurker with a different perspective, but I was on the receiving end of this parenting fail and still grew up to be a normally functioning adult. I only gently tease my mother about it occasionally.
When I was in third grade, my mom dropped me off at school on a teacher work day. She was in grad school at the time, it was exam week, and my brother was about 2.5 years old so my poor mama was stressed out. My dad was a police officer and working an odd shift at the time if I remembered correctly, so he couldn't do drop offs in the morning. I reminded her before we left that morning that it was a teacher work day. I made my case over and over all the way to school. When we pulled up to the front door I pointed out that there were NO OTHER PARENTS dropping kids off, nor were there many cars in the parking lot. Nope. She told me to GET OUT of the car. I stood there slack jawed as she pulled away and sped off, then trudged inside to the front desk and explained why I was there. This was obviously before cell phones, so after an hour or two and some phone tag, my grandfather was able to come pick me up and then my brother's sitter was gracious enough to let me hang out for the afternoon. Long story short, I remember everything in detail, but I haven't needed therapy over it.
Post by 2curlydogs on Feb 27, 2015 11:47:01 GMT -5
So this past weekend I took the boys to Discovery World. We were up on the ship and B was having the time of his life. I had crouched down next to S's stroller and was handing him some goldfish. B had turned around and couldn't see me. He thought I had left, and ran off the ship looking for me and crying "MOMMY!". I couldn't hear any of this over the noise of the crowd up there. I looked up looking where he had been and saw he was gone and I started to look around frantically, thinking he was still on the ship (like, maybe in the cabin or something).
One of the docents saw me and saw him and pointed him out to me before he got on the elevator. It was maybe 30 seconds total elapsed time.
He just sat in my lap and sobbed and said "I thought you left me." over and over. </3
Post by StrawberryBlondie on Feb 27, 2015 12:01:27 GMT -5
When baby H was really really little (like DH was still on paternity leave, so less than 3 weeks old) and completely immobile, we put her in her car seat and took her for a walk. Then we moved car seat from stroller to car and went to Target. The problem with this is that we forgot to buckle her in post-walk and pre-Target. We realized about 2 blocks from our house.
We were at Wiggleworks in the mall with a friend and her daughter and it was pretty busy. My son somehow walked past the entrance gate (that's supposed to keep kids in) and walked out the front door into the mall. My friend and I looked everywhere for him for several minutes until I realized that he'd probably gone out to the mall. I ran out and sure enough he was out running around in the main mall.
When he was about 2, at the height of his meltdown season, I took him to McDonald's to play in the playland. He lost his shit and had a HUGE meltdown. In this time he also pooped so I had to take him to the restroom and change him. He continued to freak out as I'm trying to change him. I was so frustrated with him and his behavior, and lost in my own frustrations, that while he's trying to flip around as I'm wiping him I say "Fuck!" semi under my breath. I finish up and turn around and realize there's a new mom with a tiny baby standing behind me that whole time.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
The one that still haunts my dreams is when DS ran out in front of traffic at night. It was a Halloween party. He was of course in black. We were walking the block home after a family party where H and I drank high gravity beer. We were feeling umm good.... DS saw something across the road at our house and he just darted out.
I can still think of this moment and sit straight up in bed. It was just so many fails. H and I unintentionally got buzzed. We didn't put reflectors on Jack. We weren't holding his hand because he was 6. I normally can laugh off my parenting fails but this one I just felt irresponsible and really fucking lucky.
When he was a newborn he slept in his carseat in our room in a swaddle. One night he slept for 8 hours and I woke up to check on him. He was still sleeping but he had inched his way out of the carseat so his body was hanging over the edge and his head was on the seat. My god he could have suffocated or something all while I fucking slept. And the fact that he was swaddled bothered me even more. But I am not sure why because it wasn't like he was capable of using his hands to do anything to save himself lol.
Post by redheadbaker on Feb 27, 2015 18:14:05 GMT -5
My brother almost died three times when he was a kid -- once, when he was a kid, he decided he wanted to play Hide and Seek. But didn't TELL anyone he was playing Hide and Seek. And went outside and into our Subaru sedan. With childproof doors (they were unlocked but he couldn't open them). In August. My parents found him in the nick of time and got him into a cool bath to bring his body temp down.
We shared a room for a time, and I was older so I was in the top bunk. One night, he really wanted to sleep in the top bunk, so my parents let him. Well, in his sleep, he slid between the mattress and the safety bar and was literally hanging by his neck.
And another time, we were at my grandparents' best friends' Christmas in July pool party. Similar to other stories, lots of adults, but no one really paying attention to the kids. My brother was in the shallow end of the pool, moving around by walking his hands along the edge of the pool. Well, he "walked" himself into a depth of water where he couldn't stand, and went under. My grandfather saw it, and dove into the pool, fully clothed.
Thanks you guys! You definitely made me feel better. I'm kind of embarrassed at the number of stories that also happened to us (1 kid jumped into a pool, DH dropped one on his head, forgot to buckle the car seat, etc) but at least I'm not alone in this.
I accidentally pinched my 5 year old son when helping him zip up his fly. He has high functioning ASD and keeps walking around saying 'mommy sprained my wee-wee.' Should be fun to explain to his therapists and teachers.
Post by tacosforlife on Feb 28, 2015 9:56:27 GMT -5
IANAP, but I babysat for my cousin once. It was the only time I have ever changed a diaper. The kid was 11 months old so he was mobile. I had no damn clue what I was doing, and the kid rolled into his own poop. In his clothes. Just everywhere. So I had to wash his clothes and dry them before his parents came home so they wouldn't realize I was utterly incompetent. But I couldn't even find where they stored his clothes (you'd think they'd be easy to find) so the kid just ran around in a diaper all night while I de-pooped his clothes.
Here's a fun one from when I was a kid: Somehow my mom lost me in a department store when I was 4. When I realized I was lost, I apparently decided to go back to the department store where we parked. Eventually they paged my mom and we were reunited. But we were easily separated for over an hour. And apparently nobody balked at a 4-year-old just walking around the mall alone.
What else? My brothers one time were making a home movie that involved breaking into the house. So they kept going in and out of the window wearing ski masks. Imagine how thrilled my mom was when the cops showed up at the door because the neighbor called the cops.
And then there was the time my mom did a re-telling of my birth. She had a planned c-section, so she gets to the part where she said, "And then on the 10th, they wheeled me into the operating room." I looked at her - "Mom, I was born on the 11th." Her response? "The 10th, the 11th, whatever." LOL.
I still feel sick over this, and I'm not sure if I have ever confessed this on gbcn.
When ds was 3 weeks old, I was sending dd, 18 months, to daycare two mornings a week. I would pick her up after lunch before nap. We went to get her one day, and it wasn't until I already had her shoes on that I realized I left him in the car. Temperature was fine, but doors were unlocked.
I blame sleep deprivation, but when the topic of forgetting kids in the car comes up, I now completely understand how it happens. I never did before then.
I wanted to admit that I forgot dd2 in the car once. Every time she goes to the store with me, I have my oldest as well. One time my oldest stayed home but I brought the baby with my cousin and I out to eat. The baby fell asleep, as usual. When we got to the fast food place, since I didn't have chatty dd1 to keep my attention, I had forgotten the baby was even in the car. It was the first time I had ever taken her and not her sister. I had time to order and get my food before I remembered. Fortunately the weather was okay but I'm so paranoid now. I can't believe I forgot and have a hard time dealing with it.
This is exactly how I managed to forget my child. Her brother was nearly two and she was just a few weeks old. Prior to that, I had always taken both children with me anywhere but I left pete at home and took the baby. The thing is, I was buying diapers ffs. I was standing in the middle of the diaper aisle, trying to find her size when it suddenly occurred to me that she was in the car.
I can believe you forgot. Studies have shown it's not hard to forget, no matter what people want to believe to make themselves feel better. It happens. Your baby is fine and you'll likely never do it again because you not only know in some generic way that it can happen, you know it does and it sticks in your mind. It know it's easier said than done, but your baby is fine and you need to let it go. It's okay.
Besides, childhood is a long rough road and you'll do plenty of other stuff that you're run over in your head, trust.