Spinoff: Confessions of mama woopsies!

I pulled up along side our mailbox to get the mail(we live on a county road but still pretty busy) and I ended up not being able to reach so I got out, got the mail and apparently while getting out I bumped the lock... So here is my van running, on the road, with all the kids in it! I had to run down our long driveway, find a hanger, and unlock the door. It took a while and the kids were screaming but we all lived!

When DD was about 6 months old I went to buckle the top strap of her carseat and pinched her neck skin. I felt terrible since we had only had her a month and called DH crying.

A few months ago I layed her down in her crib for bed and the phone rang so I kinda rushed. Next morning DH informed me I forgot to put the crib rail up. Luckily she never fell out but I still think of what could have happened.

This one isn't really MY fault but... I kept complaining to my mom about how quickly Olivia could get around and how she was always into stuff before I could find her. My mom kinda laid into me about how i'm the mom and need to watch her better. Well we happened to go to my parents house and after being there a while I said I was going to use the bathroom and to keep an eye on her. When I came out my mom wasn't watching and Olivia climbed to the top of their stairs. She was excited to be at the top but its a long way down if she would have fallen.

Ooh! I have one. We were getting ready to go on a two week trip when ds was 3 months, and I was insane, with the packing and prepping and all. So insane that I thought, when I woke up and ds was still asleep in the bed, that it would be a good time to vacuum. So I vacuumed the baby room, and the hall, and I started going into the bedroom. Ds was sleeping through it, but I neglected to notice that the dog wasn't. The dog's bed is on the other side of the people bed so with the vacuum coming at him he thought he was trapped. He jumped up on the bed and in his urgency, stepped on ds' chest, and possibly grazed his face (there were little bumps that looked about the spacing of claws). The dog, I think, realized what he was doing right as he was doing it, and so stepped lightly, because besides the tiny bumps, there weren't any bruises or anything. Ds woke up and freaked out, though. The dog felt very bad (he looooves ds) and I let him lick the kid to apologize. I think ds had no idea what happened, just that something went down and it scared him, because he shows no sign of being afraid of the dog.

I felt like a real jerk, though.

I came home from the hospital two days after having DS alone, as my DH was at work and MIL, who was supposed to come to help, was shopping with her friend (big miscommunication there). It was Friday afternoon, and lots of cooking and preparing to do for the sabbath (orthodox Jews can relate). So I put DS in the sling and started cooking. One traditional food Jews serve when a baby is born is chickpeas, so I put them on to boil -- and then caught myself lifting the very heavy pot full of boiling water directly over my baby's head on my way to drain them.

Nothing happened, but that was when I decided FORGET ABOUT THE COOKING and if we were serving tuna fish out of cans at the celebration, that would be okay too!

With my nephew: he loves hugging trees and poles (weird kid) (can you say junior tree-hugger?). When he was maybe 18 months old, we were walking somewhere at night, and I was trying to keep him happy in my arms so he wouldn't scream to walk himself -- and run into the street. So I saw a pole in the distance and yelled, "Okay, DN, we're going to go get that pole," and ran full-speed for it, stopping short as we reached it to let him hug. Well, I forgot about Newton's first law, and DN's body didn't stop moving until his head connected big-time with the pole. He was fine, but big moment for me!

I've almost dropped DD a few times when getting her in the wrap.

I did drop her off the couch once--we were sleeping overnight at a friend's house, she was sleeping on my chest. We finished the night on the floor.

Last week I forgot to do the second half of the buckle on her carseat

The worst one was when we she was two weeks old DH and I went to a restaurant for lunch between classes (we had to be out--I had to go to class, school was an hour away, couldn't leave new baby that long, DH cared for her while I was in classes and we nursed on class breaks). I laid her down on an empty chair next to me, keeping a hand on her belly to make sure she didn't fall off.

Somehow she wiggled out from under my hand and hit the floor. Hard. At two weks old.

I've fallen down at least twice while carrying each of my kids.

I've called Poison Control about five times in my mothering career.

I boiled all the water out of the pan while sterilizing DS's bottle nipples (he was formula-fed) and had to take a screaming, hungry baby into the next town to Wal-Mart to get new nipples before he could eat! : There's a story that would convince just about anyone to breastfeed.

And this wasn't my mistake, but it's funny anyway -- the first time DS stayed with DH's parents for a couple of hours, he came home with his diaper on backward!

Oh, and just a few weeks ago, we were at Chuck E. Cheese, and I let DD (1) stand up in the booth beside me. She slid off the bench and down under the table, hitting the back of her head on the bench and then on the floor. I was sitting RIGHT THERE, just an inch from her, and I couldn't react fast enough to stop it!

When my nephew, Avery, was 6 weeks old my sis gave me a ride to a friend's house. As I closed the door when I got out of the car the door's window shattered and all the glass fell onto him and his carseat! Needless to say I was shocked and my sis was hysterical. He was fine in the end but she took him to the ER and he had a tiny cut. He is now 10 yrs old and she still will not let me live that down! I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn't my fault.

I am sure I have had at least 1 if not several accidents happen with each of my children as they have grown. Ds1 reminded me the other day that I slammed his fingers in the door a few years ago. I also burned my sweet baby girl's newborn feet twice on the stovetop the first time I slung her and tried to cook at the same time! She didn't have a mark as it wasn't a cook surface just the side of a stupid old oven but I won't sling her while I cook ever again. I am pretty sure I dropped dd1 when she was a baby but I truly don't remember the incident. Must have blocked that traumatic event from my brain.

Oh I'm SO glad to see this thread! I thought I was the only "woopsie" mama here. Here's mine:

I sometimes nurse at keyboard, and obviously our computer is on a desk. Well sometimes I bump DD's head on the underside of the desk. But then another time I was nadrt (nursing at dining room table lol), and our table has a little "skirt" around it as well as a tablecloth. The tablecloth nicely covers the skirt so that I can't see it. I forgot about the skirt and was adjusting her, and I squeezed her poor head between the skirt and my leg.

I was nursing her in the sling one time, and her head was on the ring side... and I kept adjusting it and adjusting it smaller and smaller. Then it was perfect, so I thought. She FELL OUT of the sling a minute or so later. I felt her start to fall though so she didn't even hit the floor, but still.

I'm sure there's others that I'm forgetting too.

to all the mamas who posted and will post on this thread.

this is a babysitting one..

I was walking my nieces plus a neighbor that i used to babysit to the neighbor's house. my toddler niece was in the stroller, its raining so i'm carrying an umbrella AND talking on my cell (hey, it was either my SIL or my bro! i forget which. i was talking about when to pick them up) we were walking dowm a steep hill and i dropped the umbrella. reach down to pick it up, and the stroller slips from my hands! i dropped my cell and its sliding down the hill towards a drain that it could have fallen into. the stroller rolls down the hill a couple feet then tips over. rescue phone just before it falls in the sewer, rescue stroller, END PHONE CALL (heh) and luckily my niece was, understandably, upset, but not hurt.