Nathan sustained a 4+ ft fall from his crib 2 days ago

. I'm still stunned and the whole incident still surreal. Fortunately, Dr. grandpa was here to check him over and declared he appeared fine although he then told a horror story of kids that seemed fine at the ER but stopped breathing the next morning due to undetected brain hemorrhage. Even though my mommy instincts also told me he was probably fine after he still managed to smile while I nursed him a few mintues after the fall, I still couldn't sleep well that night of course.
For a short while, I was tempted to give our trusted nanny a hard time for forgetting to pull up the crib gate. Instead, I decided to be gracious and tried to comfort her when she profusely apologized. I realize I've already been quite grumpy lately from prolonged sleep deprivation, but life is too short to be mean ! This incident really reminded me how fragile life is and how I probably don't spend enough time enjoying Nathan. I had little energy left from nursing, working, and other care giving basics to all 3 kids (hubbie included) that I often don't just sit down and marvel at how cute and strong my baby is. He often pulls himself up with one hand and had actually been "walking" around his crib at this early age. Being a second-time mom, however, I no longer marvel at all these important milestones, yet he still deserves every bit of attention and wonder and excitement as a first-born !