I was relieved to hear Elizabeth cry, because I knew at least she wasn't unconscious. Jonathan beats me to her and calms her down within 5 minutes. She continues to settle down as he gives her a morning bottle and puts an ice pack on her head. I, on the other hand, walk around obviously disgruntled. I kept thinking, "This is not the way our morning routine goes. She stays in HER crib, while I do everything I need to do in order to feed her." Clearly, I was trying to push the blame on Jonathan, although I never said a word to him.
So, how do I wish this morning could have gone differently? Well, firstly, I wished I would have been more concerned about the well-being of my daughter, rather than how an overflowed toilet resorted to cleaning and even more laundry to do. And secondly, that I would have been more concerned about how Jonathan was feeling, since he was experiencing the same guilt that I was. I was so selfish this morning.
Despite the half-dollar sized bruise on her forehead, Elizabeth seems to be fine. She managed to sleep her morning nap in between me poking her every five to ten minutes.
Please pray for me to be a better wife and mom. Pray that my justice complex would not keep me from being gracious when I need to be. Pray that I would be more loving and quick to forgive my husband. Pray that I would live out Philippians 2 in the understanding of what Christ has done on my behalf.
I'm thankful Elizabeth was not seriously hurt and that Jonathan and I were easily and quickly reconciled. Hopefully, we have "Baby falls off bed" checked off for good.