About an hour ago we had what I’d call ‘a near miss’ with my toddler in the garden. We live on a hill and so our garden is on a steep? If that makes sense. Outside of our patio door is our decking, which has a low ‘half wall’ separating us and next door. We have sofas outside against this wall and there’s about six inches between the top of the sofa and the top of the wall. Then there’s a huge drop to next doors garden, which is just concrete steps leading down into the grassy area.
My DD has just started climbing things, and what felt like the blink of an eye as I was sat on said sofa, I saw her climb the sofa, put her foot on the top of the sofa and go to climb the wall. My heart jumped into my throat and I grabbed her off and all but threw her inside the house. I was flooded with intense panic; my heart was racing, I started crying and I began shouting at my DH that she could have gone over. My DH who has always been incredibly laid back, simply said “well she didn’t go over”. I didn’t take this well and instead of brushing it off and thinking “phew, that was a close one, we’ll have to put something up” the image of her falling over, hitting the concrete and dying began playing over and over and over again in my head.
I’ve been sat on the sofa, alone, unable to look at her for about ah hour now with this image playing in my head. Every time I clutch and claw at my head trying to make it stop. I do struggle with anxiety and it feels like every day I have this images, which I understand are common with parents, but it’s like I’m unable to let them go, and instead, think about them more.
Every day out, trip into town, and now apparently just being at home, is plagued with me thinking about all the ways she could hurt herself. And it going over and over in my head in graphic detail.
I don’t know how to end this post, apologies.