You haven’t been here very long and I am ashamed to admit that I have already done a handful of things that are sure to earn me the Worst Mother of the Year award, IF they gave such an award. I am not proud of these acts, but desperate times called for desperate measures. They include:
- Propping your bottle up on a burp cloth so that I didn’t have to hold it.
- Laying you on the floor of a public bathroom (on a changing mat of course) because there was no changing table, which really should be mandatory in all public restrooms to avoid this in the future.
- Laying you on the cold kitchen counter top while I prepared a bottle for you or downed my breakfast.
- Leaving you alone in the car for 49 seconds while I ran into the gas station to pay for gas because the ATM machine by the pump was broken. And, before you ask, yes, the doors were locked.
- Leaving a dirty diaper on you for so long, you had a major you-know-what blow out. It wasn’t pretty and I definitely learned my lesson.
- Putting you in a stroller without strapping you in.
I hate to break it to you, but I guarantee, there will be more minor offenses in our future together, but I would NEVER intentionally put you in harm’s way. Not like the mother in Australia, whose stroller rolled onto train tracks with a six-month old on board and a train approaching. Thank goodness the baby was strapped in and only suffered a bump on the head. Could this mother be the Worst Mother of the Year? You be the judge. It can happen in a flash; in less than seven seconds my whole world could be turned upside down. I shutter at the thought.
The best is yet to be and once again, lesson learned! Never say never.