Saturday, February 22, 2014

Get Back Up

We all know we can't be perfect parents but we must strive our best to provide as much love, nurture, safety and goodness for our children as possible. But because there's so much that parenting entails, we're bound to mess up multiple times along the way because we are simply imperfect humans. I admit that in the five months I've been a mother, I've messed up many times already. Yet, nothing could have prepared me for my biggest mistake to date and the guilt I endured afterwards.

As recommended, I have been working with my son Boston on his tummy since he was born to help him with his muscle development. One of the milestones was him rolling over, which we were all very proud of. However, rolling created complications I hadn't considered -- like the potential for him to roll off of things (it should have been a no-brainer. I know!).

In the first few days of Boston rolling over, we were a bit unprepared. Early one morning, Boston was getting fussy, so I put him on my lap, secured him in my Peanut shell, and wheeled him out with me to the living room couch where I put him down and went back into our room to grab his binky and bottle. When I returned, I found him lying on the ground staring at the ceiling. I was horrified. How did he fall? What if he hurt his neck? Does he have a concussion? Oh my gosh, how do I pick him up? I tried holding myself up with one hand on my wheelchair frame while the other reached under his arms to try and scoop him up. Meanwhile my feet had collapsed off of my footrest and were pulling my whole body down with them. I had to let him back down midway. Grrr. I can't do it by myself in my wheelchair. My mind was going at 100 miles per minute and my heart was beating faster than ever. I was at a lost as to what to do. I felt so helpless as a mother and even more so a mother in a wheelchair. I felt tears starting to form, but tried to stop it because it wouldn't help anything. It was at that moment that he looked up at me and giggled--a sign that he was OK. Good. I resolved to call his daddy for help, and it was OK. But, I was distraught. I had never felt so limited in my wheelchair as I did at that moment. 

I like to think that I can overcome anything, but sometimes, things are must hard to do by myself. Even though I can chalk it up to being in a wheelchair because it is really hard physically, I prefer to think we struggle as parents, as people in our ways. But the important lesson is that we get back up and figuring out how to be better. I'm trying my best to be a good parent and this accident doesn't make me as bad as I initially thought it did because it was simply that--an accident. Of course I prefer to prevent Boston from experiencing any falls, but he's OK now and that's all that matters. 

I'm committing myself to be more clever and find ways to minimize future falls, but I can't protect him from everything. Life brings many uncertainties and challenges that help us grow, and that's what Boston will have to experience. I've realized that I can only do my best and teach him that when he falls, he needs to get back up after falls and do so with bravery, poise, and a positive attitude. I hope his happy disposition will carry him through his lifetime and that his smile, which lights up his whole face, will always find its way to the surface during those tough times. 


This was one rough experience, but Dad helped me realized that I wasn't a horrible mommy. In parenting, you live and you learn, and I’ll always be learning and should be thankful for the process. I'll never be the perfect parent but I hope that my husband and I can be the best parents we can be for our child. I need to take things one day at a time and enjoy the journey and hope that Boston can find it in his sweet little heart to forgive me as I learn, too.

8 comments:

  1. Awww, that's tough and I know exactly how you feel. As a non-handicapped Mom, I snapped my son in the face with the elastic from his hat, dropped him at least three times that I can rember and watched horrified as he surfed down a flight of stairs. He's now a strapping 15 year old and is just fine, but it's surprising how vividly these incidents still stick in my mind. I think it's just part of the mom guilt package. In the meantime, I'd get to know your neighbors and make sure they have a key so they can help you out if the toughest spots as you learn to adjust to motherhood. Good luck to you, I'm sure you'll do just fine.

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    1. Thanks so much for your reassurance and advice, Adrian. I really appreciate knowing that I'm not alone and this is normal.

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  2. Martina, you are so right with parenting- we live and we learn. That's something I had to come to terms with when we had our daughter. I'm so happy that your husband made you realize that you aren't a horrible mother. -You're doing a great job Momma!

    Stephanie@crazylittlelovebirds

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    1. Thanks for your kind words, Stephanie. Always glad to hear I'm doing OK from a fellow Momma!

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  3. Martina, you are a beautiful mom, when I had my first one I was 15 years old, the very first time she fell from the bed was like this: I was moving staff from one room to another and I
    eft baby in the middle of the bed, I went to the other room and I heard this horrible sound, my mom looked at me and said baby!, I did not went to see my baby, I started crying and moving my head to the sides repeating, she died she died, I did not went to the room. I feel horrible up to this day, and alwats thought for a long time that it was because of my young age. But guess what my sister was older when her baby fell for first time and did something similar, a friend of mine also. Is all about the 1st baby they are sadly our guinea pigs, jiji. Take it easy, relax and enjoy, because when you wish Boston would walk to stop getting in to something while crawling then he will bump his head with the table. Love to you and your family.

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    1. Freyka! You are so kind and funny! Thanks for your encouragement. It's taken a while but I feel so much better about this. Besos to you and your family!

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    2. Oh Martina, I am so sorry that you had such a hard time. I know that having kids is hard and we have had many accidents in our household. They happen, and every mom feels like the worst mother at one point or another. But it is no ones fault. You are such a strong anazing women and Boston is lucky to have you has a mother. Don't fret too much. These things do happen.

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