For the first time since becoming a parent I’m sharing with you a “parenting link,” How to React and Examine A Child Who Fell Down A Flight of Stairs, which I just stumbled upon today.
Today, our family spent the day visiting Thomas and Friends a few towns away from us.
This morning, before we ever got to the Magical Railroad and forced Noah to take awkward photos in front Thomas the Train…
Noah fell down our entire flight of stairs at home. It’s something I swore I’d never let happen. It happened in slow motion and in stereo and I’ll be forever shaken. My hands shake now.
Any parent who’s been in my shoes knows exactly the point in time when you’re moving towards your child but just waiting for control to come back from where it’s spiraling. With every thump and bump of Noah rolling down the stairs bile came up my throat and my heart tore for him. When he hit the floor off the last stop Noah cried out, and cried heavy. I was so relieved. I hated myself instantly for my relief. Guilt does no justice to self-hate.
I knew what to look for and signs to look out for because I’m a just-in-caser. I knew how to determine if Noah needed a doctor right away. In minutes Noah was sipping on apple juice and fighting with me as I put an ice pack against a knot on the side of his head. He was talking and walking soon after. I was lucky. Someone was looking out for Noah this morning. Thank you
I found the aforementioned How To article in a Google search and it turns out I “did” everything I was supposed to do, after something so fucked up. The blog also made me laugh AND cry. This rarely happens. I had to share in the hopes of making some more aware.
Here’s a part of the piece, but I recommend reading it in it’s entirety if you have the time:
One meal and a nap and hours later, Noah had less interest in “looking” at Thomas the Train and more in riding the train…
…while eating a sandwich and playing with his little trains on Opi’s lap.
It was a big day. My decision to share what happened comes from a humbled place. Raising Noah puts me in my place every day, good and bad.
I was home alone with Noah this morning, and having to tell my husband Davy about what happened was another experience all-together. I’d kept cool until I had to tell Davy. I wanted him to be angry at me so I wasn’t the only one angry at me. I realize now if he wasn’t angry at me at first, then he couldn’t be forgiving now. Davy knows what could have happened this morning to make this evening nothing like it is right now.
Noah’s asleep upstairs. Davy and I are signing out for the night.