Friday, July 4, 2008
A mothers instinct
So today something happened to me that I anticipated happening, but that I had thus far managed to avoid. Whilst carrying the newbie (who is now almost 4 months old) upstairs, I slipped on the top step and went down like a ton of bricks. I was carrying her in front of me and I fell forward. Somehow I managed to break her fall with my arms and although I frightened the hell out of her, she escaped unharmed aside from a small scratch on her face from my thumbnail. Somehow I managed to get my hand behind her head to shield it as I fell. It is only now, after having been and done the grocery shopping and carrying really heavy bags that I realise how much I actually hurt myself in the fall. I strained both my wrists and bruised the side of my right hand. I bruised my left elbow and badly knocked up both knees. My neck was also strained and I have some major shoulder pain, yet my little newbie is fine. I have always, always said that I would throw myself in front of a train to protect my children and I proved this today. The amazing part is that it was all pure instinct. It happened in a split second, I didn't have time to think about it, and yet my reflex was to protect my baby no matter what the consequence. I am totally ecstatic that this was the outcome. It proved my theory that I would indeed do whatever it took to protect one of my own :D
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3 comments:
That's very cool. Hope you recover soon too :)
Ouch :( I hope you feel better soon.
Instinct can kick in like that at anytime, when faced with a situation where you have to protect someone, even if its someone you don't know, it just happens before you realise.
The powers of human minds, hey? :)
We recently adopted children, and wondered if we would ever have the sixth sense that other parents have about their kids.
We do - and it was quite a surprise.
We were at a playpark recently, and one of ours hurt themselves - we knew half a second into the first scream who it was, and that it wasn't a pretend cry... and we were on our feet in the middle of a conversation with somebody that we left for dead.
Funny thing, instinct.
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