This morning I went off with my 6mo for a walk in the pram. Got out the door with the pram, put the brake on, turned round to lock the door. Took my hands off the pram obviously, and a man across the street begins shouting frantically - I turn round and the pram is rolling away down the drive. I grabbed it, I think all the adrenaline has clouded my memory because I don't even know how far away it got. I didn't have to run or anything to get it, I don't think I even needed to reach that far. I'm not sure.
Obviously I didn't click the brake in properly but I should have made sure it was properly in. I keep thinking that if that man wasn't there then something very dreadful could have happened. I feel terrible, to be honest I was already having a fairly low week mental health wise mostly because most of my life has gone a little wrong and I just don't like myself. I don't think I'm a very good person, but I felt that I was a good mother and that was what I had in my life and that was all I really needed. But now I don't think I can be a good mother if I nearly let something dreadful happen to my baby. The man on the street took better care of my baby than I could. I feel like my beautiful precious baby has been played some sort of cruel trick on by god by being given me as a mother.
Currently sat in a quiet park with baby in the pram sleeping whilst I have a cry. I don't even know why I'm posting to be honest, I just wanted to tell someone because I just can't tell anyone I know. I don't know if I'm secretly hoping everyone will tell me how stupid I was today to punish myself. I just don't know what to do to ever feel better about this again just got to stop crying before baby wakes up as I don't like him to see me sad in case he gets scared