We all love to talk about the firsts. The first smile. The first steps. The first taste of real food. That first solid poop… (well maybe that was just me) -anyway I think you get me. This is a “first” you dread.
This all started with the first frightened mama phone call, which quickly turned to the first feeling of- “$#@! I’m at work and 40+ minutes from home from them” and on to our first family emergency.
Yes, it finally happened- My LittleMan fell down the stairs – wood stairs- 12 of them to be exact. My wife almost caught him, but his little foot slipped off the stair and he fell from top to bottom. From her angle there was just no way he wasn’t hurt so she called 911and then called me. I could tell she was very upset- she told me what had happened and what was happening- and all I could do was- nothing… Try to console over the phone- the obligatory “everything’s going to be alright-” even though she knew better than me.
All I knew was that he was heading to the hospital in an ambulance and I needed to catch up.
I left work. Miraculously turned a 40 minute trip into 25- and I was standing in the ER waiting room looking at one very happy little boy climbing all over miniature tables and chairs with multiple GIANT lumps on his head, and one very relieved- very worn out- looking mama. Confused, but glowing with relief -I hugged that LittleMan. He proceeded to squirm away, took a couple of running steps then fell to the ground, but then sat up and brushed his hands off. (incidentally always on his head- it’s really pretty funny) He was fine…
There were more firsts to be had- like the head x-rays or the hospital snacks; but fortunately that’s pretty much where the firsts ended. We walked out all together feeling very lucky, feeling relief at the thoroughness of the hospital staff and the examination. But also feeling as if we had been inducted into a special club that you never wanted to be a part of- but feeling a bit more ready for the next time.
So scary! I’m glad he’s okay!
I absolutely dread the day this happens to me. And my daughter is so willfull…So far my 9-month-old has taken a header down two (wooden) steps, twice. You’d think she would have learned the first time! I’m so happy for you that your Little Man was no worse for wear
I saw this post and my heart sank- I mean- thank God he’s okay- but I was just thinking- ugh-
I hope I never have a trip to the emergency room…
hopefully my 4 year old has taken after our side of the family (my brother was a pretty good athlete growing up and has never broken a bone)
and not my husband who still gets stiff every once-in-a-while in one of his arms b/c he jumped out of a tree when he was little… just to see what would happen… and broke it in several places – ahh, boys
So glad he’s OK!
hi. just a quick note of thanks for all the kind comments regarding my LittleMan’s tumble- i was a little sketched on telling that whole story for the world to read, but I wanted to relay the message that things can and will be ok. (and last but not least- a big thanks to mama for being such a great mama)
thanks again.
This sounds like a fine “first” to me. If kids paly hard and often then things will happen, either to them or those they are with. It is best that they learn all the associated parts of an injury. This way they will learn the proper responses. I’m glad no one was seriously hurt but I am glad that all had a learning experience.