Baby went boom

© Sarah Lipoff

Well, it finally happened. My lovely daughter tumbled down the stairs and we had our first real-life emergency situation. Let’s face it – some sort of accident was bound to happen eventually. Once our daughter was born I prepared for the worst by having important numbers next to the home phone (and locked in my cell), staying updated on emergency procedures, and taking baby CPR.

I also hoped and hoped we would never have an actual emergency.

Our house is a split-level with one length of stairs off the living room, a landing, and then another couple of stairs. Once my daughter could scoot herself around, we installed a baby gate. As soon as she was able to walk, the hubs and I tried to be diligent about communicating if the gate was open or closed. But, the other day, it was left open (we both thought the other had shut it), which resulted in a horrid bumping noise and then the screaming wail of our poor babe.

As I ran to her everything switched into super-slow motion. All those emergency numbers went buzzing through my head and I tried to determine if my husband should start the car. I was hoping she didn’t have any bones popping out (because I might toss my breakfast) along with wondering what DO you bring to the emergency room in an emergency. And, I wished upon every single thing I could think of that she was OKAY.

I checked her head for large indentations, gently prodded her body for jutting bones, and held my whimpering daughter tight while offering her lots and lots of loving. There didn’t seem to be any observable signs of damage, but I was totally freaking out imagining internal bleeding, hemorrhaging, brain damage….

Instead of rushing off to the emergency room, I opted for a call to my pediatrician’s office. Luckily, there is an emergency on-call nurse for such occasions. I was reassured that babes ARE indeed made of rubber (well, not really) and she was going to be just fine. I was told to offer a cold compress, watch to see if she spiked a temperature, seemed lethargic or vomited, and to give her a warm comforting bath before bed to ease any sore muscles.

I took a couple deep breaths and calmed myself down. Along with caring for my daughter, I knew I needed to remain relaxed so she would understand that everything WAS okay. At least I didn’t find her chugging the cleaner under the sink.

Which reminds me – I better make sure all the cupboard door locks are in place. And, I think I’ll double-check that the wall sockets are plugged. Probably not a bad idea to install some window locks, too. Better to be safe than sorry, right?

What was your first emergency with baby?

6 thoughts on “Baby went boom

  1. So glad to hear that she is all good. Such a scary experience for a mama!
    No more than 1 hour ago, I just rescued my 11 month old from a fall down two stairs. Yikes, where is that baby gate?!!?? When my oldest was about 10 months or so she fell out of her crib when my husband forgot to lift the side bar up. I heard the thud and ran upstairs in full fear. I scooped her up and pulled her to me. Then I had a moment of shier panic. I didn’t even think about a neck or back injury and 2 seconds later I crying for my husband to tell me that she was still moving her legs and arms. OMG, it was awful. Thankfully she was just frightened and my rubber girl was ok.
    BTW, my name is Kristin
    I just stumbled upon your blog from some online magazine link’s 12 listed mom bloggers (can’t recall what I was looking at at the time).
    Nice to meet you.

  2. We had the exact same thing happen here. Miscommunication between hubby and me. Both thought the other had locked the gate. Thumping sound. Everything in slow motion. Screaming. DD was just fine. More scared than anything. But I was a complete and utter wreck! It is so scary!

    We did have to visit the ER when she was younger. She rolled off the bed (with me right there next to her), hit her head and lost consciousness. Scariest thing ever. But she was fine then, too. Suffered a concussion but no brain damage. They are amazingly resilient!

  3. Hugs to your little one. I can remember accidently dropping my baby (9months) while out trick/treating…what I thought was apart of the decor on porch came to “life” as I turned back stepping off the porch and grabed me. Which scarded the hell outta me and I lost grip of my baby. Thankfully she was in a padded costume and hit the grass. After I knew she was okay I breathed a sigh of relief. *sidenote* I kicked that “monsters” a$$ for doing something so dumb while I was holding my baby.

  4. My son took a flying leap out of the front of a shopping cart at about 16 months and landed (I think) face first on the ground. It was the scariest moment of my life.

    Looking back:
    Why in God’s name did I let him in the front of the shopping cart?

    What was so interesting that he was willing to risk his life to reach it?

    Did I scream as loud as I felt like I screamed?

    In short, he survived. I took him into a fitting room and (literally) nursed him back to health. He ended up with a small bumb and bruise, but nothing more. I walked away terribly embarrassed to have allowed him to play in the shopping cart in the first place. Bruised ego = lesson learned, I supposed.

    Now I’m just holding my breath for his first fall down our ridiculous staircases…

    Nice to meet you!
    Liz

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