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Anonymous wrote:Mine was when DD crawled off our very high bed around 10 months. I was nearly sick with guilt until doctor said she was ok.

I'm just going out on a limb here to guess you only have one and your child is still fairly young.

Why the snark? parenting is a hard job whether you have one kid or many and possibilities for guilt and worry are endless.. no 2 kids are the same or do the same things!!

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Honestly none of this kind of shit sticks with me. My worst parenting moment is when I lose my temper, yell (like my mother) and feel like a piece of crap for yelling at a kid. Luckily it’s only been a handful of times but man I can do better.

I agree. I have a kid with sn who really pushes my buttons. It’s in anger that I feel I’ve been a bad parent not when I’ve made an honest mistake.

Yeah...mine are when I’m having a really bad day of anxiety and I get home and just start crying. My son makes himself dinner those days (he’s 10 and can do basic things in the kitchen) and I supervise - sort of - from my bedroom.

We’ve had plenty of moments like those mentioned in this thread, but my bad anxiety days are BRUTAL and really suck.

Yup. Mine was crying hysterically in the throes of post-partum depression/anxiety and having my two-year-old comfort me. Y

I poo-pooed my 7 yr old Dd's stomach ache. It was on-off and really vague and she was playing fine/happy self. After 72 hrs, the pain increased a lot and she told me that she was feeling a new pain on her right side. She was in the ER lined up for an emergency appendectomy that afternoon.

I never again dismiss my other kids' stomach aches.

I went to clip my 3 yr old's fingernails and one nail somehow flew up into her eye. She cried bloody murder, I can understand how it must have felt, but never did see the fingernail shard in her eye (after about 20 minutes convincing her she needs to open it).

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Anonymous wrote:Honestly none of this kind of shit sticks with me. My worst parenting moment is when I lose my temper, yell (like my mother) and feel like a piece of crap for yelling at a kid. Luckily it’s only been a handful of times but man I can do better.

I agree. I have a kid with sn who really pushes my buttons. It’s in anger that I feel I’ve been a bad parent not when I’ve made an honest mistake.

Yeah...mine are when I’m having a really bad day of anxiety and I get home and just start crying. My son makes himself dinner those days (he’s 10 and can do basic things in the kitchen) and I supervise - sort of - from my bedroom.

We’ve had plenty of moments like those mentioned in this thread, but my bad anxiety days are BRUTAL and really suck.

Anonymous wrote:Honestly none of this kind of shit sticks with me. My worst parenting moment is when I lose my temper, yell (like my mother) and feel like a piece of crap for yelling at a kid. Luckily it’s only been a handful of times but man I can do better.

I agree. I have a kid with sn who really pushes my buttons. It’s in anger that I feel I’ve been a bad parent not when I’ve made an honest mistake.

Honestly none of this kind of shit sticks with me. My worst parenting moment is when I lose my temper, yell (like my mother) and feel like a piece of crap for yelling at a kid. Luckily it’s only been a handful of times but man I can do better.

Anonymous wrote:My 12 month old opened the door to the garage, got her fisher price car out and was 2 blocks away pushing that car down the sidewalk. So scary! We had no idea she could even open the door to the garage.

This one is pretty bad.

In a fit of optimism about almost being potty trained- I took my 18mo DD into IKEA without a diaper bag while pregnant to grab the 1 more curtain I needed for her brother’s nursery. Once I was deep in the maze, she had the most enormous pull-up blow out ever. We were both covered in poop.

I cleaned us up as best I could with paper towels from the kind janitor lady. Then I grabbed a $5 fleece blanket and wrapped my naked child in it to check out.

DD is 12 now, I still have wipes and spare underwear in my purse for her.

We were leaving the bowling alley (I was solo) and my third was about ten months old. I unbuckled her stroller and turned towards the car to help my son and she just flopped right out face first onto the pavement. Blood everywhere. That was a good time. Fortunately only two stitches in her forehead.

Last year, I had some major tendinitis in my Achilles and could barely walk for a couple of months. Stairs were brutal. I had put off PT/doctor until one day, the pain caused my ankle to give out on the way down the stairs... carrying my five month old. I dropped him flat on his back on the landing (hardwood). He cried on and off all day and so did I — but the doctor reassured me his was fine. Turns out she was right.

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Anonymous wrote:Just an FYI, homeless people are not inherently dangerous. Even homeless people drinking beer.

Give me a break! I would absolutely keep a closer eye on a homeless man openly drinking (which is illegal) next to a playground. Mental illness is much more prevalent in homeless people. This is common sense.

Me too. Single man at playground drinking? Sketchy.

I have a cousin who backed over her 2 year old with her minivan. I have another cousin who drove over his 9 year old with a golf cart.

Both kids were fine, by a miracle.

Anonymous wrote:Just an FYI, homeless people are not inherently dangerous. Even homeless people drinking beer.

Give me a break! I would absolutely keep a closer eye on a homeless man openly drinking (which is illegal) next to a playground. Mental illness is much more prevalent in homeless people. This is common sense.

Anonymous wrote:I cut off the bottom of my DC's earlobe while giving him a haircut. He was getting squirmy, I was rushing and...

It was awful.

OMG!!!!

That’s awful! What happened after? Did you take him to the ER? Did they reattach it?

I dropped a picture frame off a big Ikea tv stand on my 2-year old who was looking up. He got stitches right under his eye. Looking back, so glad it missed his eye.
He got a big pump on his forehead when leaning to walk but not quite making it to padded coffee table. He was able to grab the padding that surrounded the table, but it wasn't taped down, so the grabbed it off and hit his head right at the corner. We taped the padding to the table and got rid of the table. Haven't had a coffee table since.