It had to happen.
My very first ‘terrible mother’ moment, that is.
It was a month or so ago and I was getting ready to take Angus out for a walk.
I needed to put some make-up on because I looked rather scary from lack of sleep. So I propped Angus up in the middle of my pillow with my make-up case to keep him entertained.
As I stood at the bedroom mirror trying to hide the very unattractive bags under my eyes, I glanced over at Angus and saw him begin to sway like a little tree on the verge of falling down.
And let me say now that he was not swaying towards the inside of the bed. No, as bad mummy’s luck would have it, he swayed towards the SIDE of the bed. Yup, the side being the edge of the mattress, the other side of which was a drop down to the floor: a small drop for mummy, but a giant drop for a seven month old baby.
Looking back, I don’t know what on earth possessed me. Angus had only just started sitting up – how on earth did I think he would actually be okay propped up so precariously close to the edge of the bed?
But the worst part?
Even as I started to sprint to his rescue, I knew that I wasn’t going to make it. I knew he was going to hit the floor.