"I just can't figure out what you are up to. It beat me everytime." Peter Bjorn and John.
A Dempsey has broken loose in our house. He is on, around, in, and over everything and everyone. Oh I remember this stage with Madeus. It was the turning point. The verdict is still out on how mobility will change Dempsey's personality. But for now, my heart is always in my chest. I gasp, scream, lunge, and pray most of my days away. Marked as one of my least favorite stages in Mad's early day as well. It makes me a momma. As my mother in law always quotes "choosing to have a child is choosing to have your heart walk beside you."
I have thanked the heavens above in two recent events.
Earlier in my writings, I discussed Dempsey's fascination with the mirror. The standing full length mirror that we knew needed to be baby proofed but we had not got around to yet. In fact, just the morning before, I realized there was also a wood hanging shelf behind said mirror that also need to be moved. Fast forward, Michael and I are eating dinner, Madeus is on the couch and Dempsey is scooting around. I am facing Dempsey, Mike's back is turned. I see Dempsey push the mirror once, and it begins to fold. There is a moment in which I think Dempsey will move away but then I see him go to push again. I scream Mad's name because he is closer (but Dora is on so his reactions are quite delayed) and I lunge. I trip, and the only way to describe it is a slide to steal a base. I reach with my right hand and close my eyes as the mirror falls, and Dempsey's head is saved by my hand as the mirror crashes down. There is a second crash as the wood shelf too comes down and lands with further force on the mirror and further force on my hand. It was such a close call that at first, I am not even entirely sure Dempsey made it out ok. But he did. I was sore. And we were shaken.
Event #2 is not nearly as dramatic but the little man still could have sustained injuries. And yes, as second time parents, all of this should have been taken care of earlier but with Dempsey there were no real warning signs, his mobility transformed in a day. Case in point, Dempsey never has even sat up in his crib. He is always lying down when I go to get him. Therefore, we had not lowered his crib bed further yet. A few weeks ago during nap he was crying. Often, I will let him cry but for some reason I went in. My little baby was standing up, arms parallel over the top crib bar, reaching out for me. Many thoughts went through my head and "what ifs" if I chose not to go in that day. One more little lean for his little unstable body and he would have been over.
He is getting sturdier each day, lifting up on everything, finding ways to get down without smacking his head on the hard wood floor and I have to just wait...and pray... that soon there will be less falls and less reasons to gasp...and lunge.
Madeus is three and I have still not reached that stage. I have a sneaking suspicion I never will, as my little hearts run beside me.
