Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Rubber Monkey

This is my baby. Isn't she cute? Don't you just want to snuggle her chunky cheeks? Do you like her olive fingers?
This kid rocks my world. If you have eyes, then I'm sure it's fairly obvious why. And, trust me, she is much cuter in person.

She tried to kill her little self on Sunday. I haven't written because I promised myself that I would write about whatever happened to be on my mind. And since we left the hospital, I've been fighting to get the images of what happened out of my mind. It's not going anywhere though. So, I'm going to go ahead and post this. Child welfare listen up. This is how it went down; (PS. Just kidding about the child welfare thing...maybe in bad taste. Who said I had good taste?)

My baby Turkey and I had just gotten settled in to watch the VMA's and she opened a drawer to get a diaper out. Even though I was sitting right there, I can't tell you if she leaned on the drawer, or pulled down on it, or was just shutting it....Regardless, the television (which weighed about 100 pounds) toppled over and flattened my 24 pound baby. I have no idea how we got through the next few minutes. I don't know how I found the hospital in this town I've only lived in for a few months. I don't know how my baby is ok.
She is fine. Thank God, for giving babies rubber bones. She seems to be a little sore whenever she wakes up from keeping still for so long, and she has a scratch on her leg about half an inch long. Barely broke the skin.

I'm amazed at the resiliency of children. I remember (clearly and will forever) the moment that I saw the tv start to wobble. I couldn't get to her fast enough. It was the worst feeling I've ever known, and (between you & me) I'm crying again as I write this.

I wish I could say, "Lesson learned" and be more aware of a danger that I hadn't yet thought of in my (almost) decade of parenting, but that particular danger has been the stuff of my nightmares for a while already. It's NOT something I'd never thought of. I've always been careful not to put things the kids might want on objects that could tip over on them. Dressers, bookshelves, and yes...even the television. Simply out of fear that they'd go climbing for it and disaster would hit. It never occurred to me that the same thing could happen within 7 feet of my reach.

So, what the heck happened??? I don't know. The only thing I've been able to come up with (and believe me...I've wracked my brain for answers) is that while I was cleaning, I must have pushed the stand back farther against the wall than it was meant to be, which made the tv (and it was a bit too large for that stand) unsteady.

I promised drama didn't I? And, now I feel that I've delivered. Let's just stay away from drama involving my precious children from here on out, shall we?

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