A bit of excitement this morning
This morning began just like any other Wednesday; I nursed Little, drank two cups of coffee, read a few blog posts. I attend a Bible class at church on Wednesdays, so about 7:30 I went to take a shower. I put Little on the bed while I set up the Pack ‘n Play. The next thing I knew, Little was taking a head-dive off the bed. How did this happen? I was standing right there!
It all doesn’t sound so bad unless you know that our bed stands approximately three feet off the floor. Of course, she started wailing and I scooped down to pick her up and comfort her. In my panic I did think to make sure she was moving her appendages before I lifted her. She seemed to be fine, only shaken and scared. I called my Mom who helped calm me down. I tried to call the doctor’s office, but it wasn’t open yet.
After I talked to Mom, I called Matt (he was on his way to work when it all happened). While we were on the phone Little began vomiting. Not just heaving like I would associate with the crying, a continuous stream of the entire contents of her stomach. Now our focus shifted and we were concerned that she had a head injury of some sort. I hung up with Matt and called 911.
Within minutes, a fire engine and ambulance were parked in front of our house. Five paramedics came in to check things out. They asked several questions, looked at the bed she fell from, and checked her over. Her pupils were normal and reactive (no concussion or swelling of the brain) and she didn’t have pain when they manipulated her limbs or abdomen. They told me to call them or the doctor if she started vomiting again or if she fell asleep and we couldn’t wake her.
Fortunately, everything seems to be okay; she hasn’t had any problems or acted like she was in pain. Babies are resilient, and I thank God that Little wasn’t seriously injured. It was a bit of a traumatic morning for both of us.
The tramatic morning wasn’t experienced by just you! Being 3 hours away doesn’t help the nerves when you receive phone calls like that in the early morning (or any other time for that matter). I worried all morning about the two of you, but more about you than Little. I felt sure that she was okay, but I knew that you would continue to feel guilty about letting her fall. As I told you, babies have accidents and no matter how close you are or how close you are watching them, they will get hurt at some point. You just can’t beat yourself up about it, just take it as part of being a Mom and go on to the next challenge. However, I will say that in rearing you and your brother, we ever had to call 911 because of something happening to one of you (except for the fire). So mark one up to experience, and enjoy life as Little’s Mom!!
Bless your heart! I know you and Bubba had to be so sick! I hope all is well now! We love ya’ll!
Well, I am just now reading this and was so worried as I read and remembered all the times my active son fell. Sorry,son! I was a very tired Mom and didn’t have any idea how much you could do early in life. I think the first time you fell off a bed was when you were only a month or so old. We had gone to a party and placed you on a queen size bed and somehow you wiggled off the bed. Never did I believe such a tiny baby could move so far so quickly. Seems like you were always squirming and wiggling out of my arms or crawling off the bed. Thankfully, babies are quite tough and they do have busy guardians angels that always behold the face of the Father. There is nothing like being a Mom to make one feel guilty about something-it comes with the territory unfortunately. Give yourself a big hug and a sloppy kiss for sweet Little. So thankful that you all are okay. You are a great Momand a precious daughter-in-law!!