Still recovering from the stupid, stupid thing I did yesterday (see yesterday's post). The baby was fine today, perfectly normal, maybe a little sleepier than usual in the morning, but raring to go after his first nap of the day, and on into the evening. So he did not seem to suffer any lasting effects from that momentary trauma. But his mother is still furious at herself, and anxious to make sure she never performs any similar stunts in the near future. But of course, there are no guarantees.
It rained all day--a calm, steady rain, strangely soothing after the torrential downpours of the previous two or three days. We ventured out to another playgroup, where my son waved bye-bye to someone (? I think he did, not sure though) for the first time ever. And he's cutting his sixth tooth.
In other words, life goes on as usual...and yet...the fear, the constant fear that I'll do something equally stupid in the near future bedevils me, makes me less than calm.
For my son's sake, I'll have to get over this, or at least, come to terms with it.
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