And Down Will Come Baby

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so I’m thinking about motherhood.

I remember reading (sometime, somewhere) about the different mothering trends of the past few decades. There was the ultra-competitive power mothering of the 90s and early 2000s (Get your child the right stroller! Get them into the perfect school!). This was followed by a backlash that the author termed the “bad mother” trend (embodied by Ayelet Waldman’s memoir Bad Mother — which is, by the way, an honest and funny and touching read). “Bad mothers” proudly confessed to their failures, forgetfulness, selfishness, and use of vodka shots to get through the day. I’m not sure what you’d call the current mothering trend, but between last year’s hot mothering book, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, and THIS year’s hot mothering book, Bringing Up Bebe: One American Mother Discovers the Wisdom of French Parenting, I’d call it “comparative multicultural mothering” (“Here’s how Asians do it!” “Oh yeah? Well here’s how the FRENCH do it!”).

I don’t really fit in to any of the above categories. I think I’m a mom who shows up every day and tries my imperfect best (with the help of God and coffee). A pretty good mom.

But I’m a pretty good mom who dropped my newborn.

I still remember vividly the first time Fiona got hurt. She was around 6 months old, and we were sitting on the floor of her room looking at books. As she was pulling out books from her bookshelf, a book from a higher shelf fell out and hit her right next to her eyebrow. It left a nasty red mark, and Fiona screamed for a few minutes, then recovered and forgot all about it.

I, however, did not forget. I cried harder than Fiona over her pain and my helplessness. How could I let such a thing happen to my child and not prevent it?!? That book COULD have landed in her eye! She’ll never forgive me for sitting there and letting her get hurt! I am clearly an unfit mother.

If you’re expecting me to tell you that things got better with time and additional children, you’re wrong.

Because when Campbell was about 4 days old, I was nursing her in bed late one night. I always read during late-night feedings in an attempt to stay awake, and I was reading that night. But despite my best efforts, worn out from the challenge of caring for a 20-month-old and a newborn, I nodded off with Campbell still in my arms. And woke up to a loud THUD and my baby wailing.

Campbell had fallen off the bed; more accurately, since I’d been holding her when I nodded off, I had dropped my newborn. I was completely beside myself. How COULD I, a second time mother, be so stupid?!? How would Campbell ever recover a sense of safety or trust after being dropped by her own mother at 4 days old?! Thankfully, our bed was only about 18 inches off of the floor, or it might have been a lot worse. We took her to the doctor the next day (where I was sure they’d call Child Protective Services on me), and she checked out fine. As far as I know, Campbell has no memory of the event and doesn’t hold it against me, although lately she has taken to saying, “Mommy, I wish I was back in your tummy.” I don’t know what that’s all about, but I’ve wondered whether she’s thinking, You know, things were a lot better back before she could get her hands on me.

And THEN, when Georgia was about 5 months old, I was trimming her fingernails one morning and nicked a little chunk of skin out of her tiny finger. She cried, and bled, and bled, and bled. She bled for the better part of an hour, through two washcloths and countless tissues. The only reason we didn’t take her to the doctor was because Erick was home, so he did his research (when there’s a family crisis, I handle the emotions and Erick handles the research) and determined Georgia was probably fine. Which she was.

Once again, I was the one who wasn’t fine. How many hundreds of fingernails had I trimmed with our previous two children, and I slice open our third daughter?!? How could I be so careless?!? Would Georgia ever trust me to cut her fingernails again?!? Happily, Georgia continues to submit to manicures, so I assume she’s let bygones be bygones. (I can’t say the same for her older sisters, who witnessed the event and remind me of it every time I go to trim their nails).

It goes without saying that this will NEVER be a parenting-advice blog. In fact, I no longer read parenting advice books or websites. (I know there are many excellent parenting resources out there that have helped countless people, but I started to notice that reading this advice made me anxious and confused). Not that I don’t need any input or advice, but these days I get it by talking to friends — friends who are in the trenches with me, or friends who are further along the parenting path and have great kids to show for it. Sharing stories, I’ve found, is the most helpful.

So that’s why I shared these stories with you: because I hope they might be helpful to other moms, especially moms who are struggling. (Is there any other kind?) I shared these stories precisely because they were stories I thought I’d never tell. They were too embarrassing, too traumatic. Back when they happened, I never would have predicted that I’d write them up and post them on the internet, let alone be able to chuckle over them a little.

Still happy, despite the blood loss. (Photo by Zoe Reyes).

Here is my Mother’s Day thought: I don’t think that time, experience, or more children necessarily make you a better, more competent mother. They just make you an older mother. Personally, I’m just as capable of dropping my third child as my first (maybe even more so, because I’m more tired and distracted). BUT, I DO think that time and experience can give mothers the gifts of perspective and humor. Things that seem so crucial — even shameful — at the time, later turn out to be things we tell virtual strangers with a chuckle. I’m only four years into this game, but if this is how I now see some of my darkest mommy moments, I’m guessing that in another four years we’ll all be chuckling about naps and potty training and kindergarten — the things that seem so important right now.

Bottom line: I think that it’s possible to be a pretty good mother and still drop your baby (metaphorically or actually). We are human, and imperfect, and all the love that we have within us will never be enough to make our children feel completely whole. All we can do is show up every day and try our imperfect best. Love — and laughter — and especially grace — really do cover a multitude of sins. And usually our children bounce back from our mistakes more quickly than we do.

So, Happy Mother’s Day. I wish my fellow mamas the gifts of perspective and humor. Remember that you’re still a pretty good mother, even if you drop the baby once in a while. And when it comes to motherhood, pretty good is good enough. Maybe it’s even great.

Check out my beautiful Mom (she’s the one on the right, of course). She’s one of the greats, and I’m pretty sure she never dropped me. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I love you!

ADDENDUM: My mom just read this, and has informed me that I fell off the changing table when I was a baby. So there you go!

6 thoughts on “And Down Will Come Baby

  1. Annie Thoms

    Faith, sometimes I feel like we’re living parallel lives. Terrific post.
    Also, I love that all your pictures of Georgia contain that amazing joyful open mouth.


    Heya! I understand this is somewhat off-topic but I needed to ask.
    Does running a well-established blog like yours
    require a large amount of work? I am completely new to running a blog but I do write in my journal
    every day. I’d like to start a blog so I will be
    able to share my personal experience and feelings online.
    Please let me know if you have any recommendations or tips for new aspiring bloggers.

    1. Faith

      Well, first I’m flattered that you consider this a “well-established blog!” I’ve mostly been making it up as I go along, so most of my advice would be in the “do as I say, not as I do” vein! Here goes:
      1. You should definitely start a blog if you’re interested in doing so! If you have something to say, it won’t feel like “work” (most of the time), instead it will feel like you’re feeding your soul. It’s not much more effort than keeping a journal, which it sounds like you’re already doing, and the benefit is that you get to share your ideas with others and receive their feedback.

      2. Most of the work happens in the start-up phase, when you’re deciding on the URL, the appearance, the name, the content, etc. This is where I initially DIDN’T put in a lot of work; my blog started as a way to share photos of our kids with family. When it became something else, I had to go back and rebuild the basics, which wasn’t a bad thing, but it’s probably best if you can lay a good foundation at the outset. So I’d advise that before you make it public, just sit for a while and consider what you want to call your blog, the content, the intended audience, how it should look, how you’ll market it, etc. There are a million different options, and all of them are right! Once you get those things taken care of, all you have to do is write, and that’s the fun part!
      Best of luck!

  3. funny puppy

    I’m extremely inspired together with your writing talents and also with
    the format to your blog. Is this a paid subject or did you
    customize it your self? Anyway stay up the nice quality writing, it is rare to look a
    great blog like this one nowadays..

    1. Faith

      Thank you so much! As for the format, it’s both: I paid so that I could use “custom themes” and then I mixed and matched to customize it to what I wanted. Thanks again for your encouragement!

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