I thought the thud of Ms. E falling out of her crib was loud. I thought the bang and scream of #1 when her dresser fell on her was terrifying. And the fear in my heart as I watched N roll down the stairs as I sat right next to her and ending up with a broken leg was the worst I was going to have to endure in my 6 years as a mom.
I was wrong. I am wrong.
Folks, that doesn’t hold a candle to what happened Saturday.
Saturday, Mr. Serious took E upstairs to change her diaper. And just like any other time, set her on the floor to deal with the dirty diaper. And in those couple seconds she decided she didn’t want to be upstairs anymore. She went strait for the stairs.
I was downstairs and heard the noise that sounded like elephants coming down the stairs. I thought Mr. Serious had fallen as he was coming down the stairs. I jumped up to see my sweet girl tumbling down the stairs and scooped her up somewhere between the first and third step.
She was screaming but it was different. And whimpering. Then she calmed down way too soon. Then she just sort of laid in my arms. Not really moving. Just looking around with her eyes and very still. I tried to look her over and she screamed. So I was just holding her and trying to figure out what the plan was. Would we just watch her at home and keep an eye on her?
Then she gave us an answer. She kept rolling her eyes back in her head and trying to go to sleep. I had to keep moving her and coaxing her to keep her eyes open.
Scariest moment of my life. Baby being really still in my arms. Not wanting to move. And rolling her eyes back in her head.
Mr. Serious made the decision and called 9-1-1. I’m glad he was there to do it because I think I was a little paralyzed to make a decision.
About 3 minutes later, a police officer showed up. Right behind him, a fire truck and another police officer. They came in and assessed her. They got her vitals and pushed on her little feet. The whole time with no less than 4 people hovering over her at every minute, she just looked around with her eyes. No screaming that strangers were all in her face. No screaming while they were touching her and poking her. She just starred.
Several minutes later EMS arrived. Because she was being so still and uncharacteristic of herself, they suggested bringing her into the hospital to get checked out.
So my tiny baby went onto a stretcher with a thing that strapped her down and immobilized her. She screamed. Hallelujah! She was acting like a 9 month old. The EMS ladies were very pleased that she did. They wheeled her over to the ambulance and told me I had to get in the front. That was so hard. I know why they had me sit up there. But I had this need deep in the pits of my mom-ness that I needed to be with her. As I was sitting up there I was looking around for something to puke in. I thought for sure it would come but it didn’t.
We rode to Scottish Rite in pretty much complete silence (no sirens or lights). The lady in the back of the ambulance came up and told me a couple times what was going on and at one point E was actually sleeping (which they said was perfectly okay), but that didn’t last long.
We arrived a didn’t have to wait at all. The ER was ready for us in a room with several nurses and a doctor. They checked her over and she was starting to act more like herself. She started screaming when they were looking at her (another relief), but she was hesitant to move her head and neck to one side to follow the light. The doctor had me come up by her head and talk to her and she moved it the other direction. Almost a clean bill at this point, but he still wanted to get a head CT just to make sure there wasn’t anything he was missing. She was so out of it for a while that I was perfectly okay with the double checking.
They immediately got us into the CT and she did so well. I had to help position her head and keep her occupied while it was going (which was less than a minute, I’d guess). Then we were taking to a room to wait for the doctor to get results.
All of this happened right before her usual nap time. She was so tired but couldn’t fall asleep. We snuggled and I turned the phone so she could see herself on the camera (she usually starts smiling and laughing), but she just sort of rested there still not doing a lot.
She didn’t even mess with the monitors that were all over her. She was definitely worn out. And because we didn’t have the CT results she wasn’t allowed to nurse or eat, either.
Finally, the doctor came back and her CT was normal. He said she probably hit her head hard enough to disorient her and make her out of it, but not hard enough for a concussion or to knock her out completely. I was so relieved that she was going to be okay. Seriously the scariest moments of my life! We only had one other thing to do before we could be discharged. She had to keep some liquids down so I was finally able to nurse her.
Instead of it relaxing her, she got her second wind. She was finally smiling (as so was mommy….whew) and started pulling off all of those wires and monitors. She was even trying to stand up in my lap. She was letting me know she was going to be okay.
You’d think with all of the accidents and everything that has happened in our house none would ever happen again, but that’s just it. They are accidents. Thanks to #1, that bookshelf on the wall below is firmly attached to the wall. And this gate? Totally been there all along (just as it was here several days before). Just was one of those times that it would be a quick thing…no need to close the gate.
We’re thankful for everybody that responded so quickly. We’re thankful that we have the ability to go to the emergency room and receive care and services.
We’re very very thankful she’s okay. And of course, whenever we go upstairs now, the gate is immediately closed.