Saturday was supposed to be a date night for the hubby and me. Emily was set to watch the girls.
I had showered, blow dried my hair and even had on the full make-up; which we all know is a rarity.
I wanted to run the vacuum over the floor because there were crushed up cheerios it looked good, but not great. Isabelle for some crazy reason was insisting on wearing socks.
I attempted to distract her by asking her to help with the vacuum, but she still wanted some socks. My stubborn and strong-willed little girl had to have her socks. She headed upstairs to get some. She gets them all the time. I thought nothing of it.
Until I heard the loudest boom ever; and an even louder scream.
It was a scream that made my heart stop; a scream that made me not want to go upstairs for fear of what I found; a scream that at the same time made me run up the stairs in what seemed like two steps.
I got up there in under a second, I think. She was sprawled out laying underneath her dresser. It had completely toppled over on top of her.
I screamed her name out. I can still hear it ringing in my head. It was the scariest moment of my life. And, in that instant, I didn’t know what to do.
Hubby arrived an instant later, and somehow, one or both of us lifted the dresser off of her. I grabbed her and held her, trying to calm her down. All the while, looking for gashes, blood, bruises, bumps and anything else. She was hysterical. I was hysterical.
She calmed down way too quickly. I tried to lay her down to assess the injuries. I found a bump on her head and a bump on her leg.
But how was I to know there wasn’t anything more serious? How was I to know that she didn’t have a concussion, or internal injuries.
I called a nurse line, they told me to head to the ER. So, I told Isabelle we were going to take a “trip.” And, we were off.
Isabelle was so good. So good in fact, I just knew there had to be something wrong. But, I think she just saw my reaction and knew that this was serious business. As a side note, the ER is a great place to people watch.
We finally got to a room (after watching Tarzan, which by the way, is pretty scary) and then a doctor came in.
She looked her over, felt and listened to her tummy and felt her skull.
The doctor said we were lucky. The dresser wasn’t too tall (4 drawers) and it was evenly distributed over her body.
However, I think you all know how I feel about lucky. Once again, Izzy’s guardian angel was there. To protect her and make sure she was okay. To help me and Mr. Serious lift up the dresser faster than humanly possible.
The doctor than said we were good to go, we just had to wait for the nurse to discharge us. As soon as the doctor left the room, Isabelle said “let’s get out of here.” I couldn’t have agreed more.
And, because she behaved so well, Isabelle got some chicken and french fries aka Chick-fil-a, at 9:00pm for dinner. And she couldn’t have been happier.
**Please don’t tell me about bolting or strapping it to the wall to the wall. I’m well aware that these devices exist and I even have some. Isabelle was never a climber. She was just trying to reach her socks (which are in the top drawer) and she probably pulled down a little on the drawer while trying to get them. I’m not asking for parenting advice on this one, just telling our ER story.**
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