My poor baby
All was good until I took him out side to enjoy the warm day we were having ..........
Hubby came home and eveyone is so happy to see daddy, well he joined right in, and of course daddy had one arm full and picked my tiny guy up with the other.......
You guessed it......wiggly happy baby, being held by one hand.......
over top of the cement..................
Luckly he had bent down on one knee so it wasn't a long drop but oh my baby cried
I swooped him up (after yelling at hubby
) and ran him into the house. I think he hit his tiny head, he doesn't even weigh 1 1/2 lbs.
I know it was an accident but I was sooooooooooooooo mad! But I cooled down and he was ok and we ate and had nutrical and he's played all night and he is fine
(and I forgive hubby, it wasn't his fault)
Well then.............. tonight......I had one of the wood gates leaning up against the wall and sure enough.......little mr Brooklyn managed to bump it and guess what? It fell! Yup, right on his head!!!!!!!!! My poor baby boy!!!!!!!! More kisses made it all better, but wow...these tiny ones...you really need to put them in a plastic bubble, don't you?
I just love him to pieces and just cry at the thought of him getting hurt!
But he's ok - its just been a rough night! Poor Brookie.