A Little Head Bump is Okay if He Doesn’t Cry, Right?

I shouldn’t be glad he hit the baby’s head against the stove.

Maybe glad isn’t the right word. Smug might be more like it.

We give Ryan his baths on the kitchen counter, you see. We do this because my back cannot handle the low tub with the high side. I tried it a few times and spent all of bath time trying to figure out how to get even the tiniest bit comfortable. I can’t say for certain that any soap actually touched the kid’s body because I was so preoccupied with where to put my legs.

So, the little swimming pool bath tub goes on the counter, and everyone is happy and soap is sufficiently used.

The counter is right under some cabinets, next to our stove. So we wrap Ryan up in a towel, carry him to the kitchen, lay him on the stove and then in one fluid motion, lift him out of the towel and swing him under the cabinet and into the tub.
It’s important to be fast. If you’re not fast, he pees on you.
So one time, a few weeks back, I had just finished giving Ryan a bath and I prepared to do my signature baby swoop out-of-the-bath-under-the-cabinet-into-the-towel move. Except I overestimated the amount of space I had by just a tiny bit and sort of, a little bit, knocked Ryan’s head into the cabinet. Just a smidge.Mike, for whatever reason, was standing around just watching me give him a bath and saw it go down. It’s important to note that Ryan didn’t seem to care. He was all, “I just had a really nice bath, and now I’m getting wrapped up in my ducky towel, and as far as I’m concerned, life is good.“ 


Mike was not so forgiving. I saw him flinch. I saw him give me the look. The one where I know that whatever he is about to say is going to be ten times nicer (read: condescending) than the thing he really wants to say.”Meg… you have to be careful…“Oh, do I? I should be careful with my five-month-old? Jesus, why hadn’t anyone told me that?!I shot him the look of death (every woman has one), made a snappy comment about how I didn’t need his help, and went about my merry way.Fast forward to a couple days ago. Mike giving Ryan a bath. Me standing around, watching. Mike copying my signature baby swoop move, and successfully avoiding the cabinets (oh, kudos, my friend). Laying Ryan into the ducky towel and… slamming his head on the stove.

I waited a split second for Ryan’s reaction, which again was “What? Did something just happen? That was such a good bath!”

Once I allowed for proper reaction time (eh, 2 seconds), sheer smugness washed down my entire body. At the exact same moment, Mike’s shoulders drooped because he knew what was coming next.

Oh, MIKE… You have to be CAREFUL…

About the Writer
Meghan grew up in Cleveland, OH and graduated from college in 2004 with a degree in journalism. She moved to Phoenix that summer, fell in love, got married, and had a baby boy. She loves the Cleveland Browns, anything with chocolate, weekend road trips and Arizona sunsets. She hikes, she bakes, she reads. She’s trying to figure out this whole “mom” thing, and thinks she’s doing an OK job. The key is low standards. You can find her at phasethreeoflife.com.
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  1. Robin says:

    It’s always nice to catch your partner at stuff like that. Especially if it’s doing something that you had previously warned them about.

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  2. Kristin says:

    My husband fell down 5 or 6 stairs while carrying our firstborn when she was about two months old. (They were both fine…she cried like hell, he freaked the hell out at himself, I calmed them both down…HEROINE!). I pretty much got a free pass on any minor head-bumping or other such incidents I might cause after that.

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