I was sitting on my bed putting the last of my school supplies into my bag when the phone rang. I answered and it was my sister’s partner. She said my sister wondered if I could come over tonight. I said I had class in an hour. She asked when it was over. I told her not until 8pm. She asked if I would come over after. My brain was running in overtime at this point. My sister had her call instead of calling herself. It was a class night for me and a school night for the kids. It is a 45 minute drive to her place. Why would I need to come so late? I started to feel panicky. I asked what was wrong.
They had been at a store. My sister had taken the baby to the bathroom. She was trying to wash her bottom and hold her at the same time. The baby is 7 months old, so quite active. She did that thing that all babies do and tried to throw herself backward out of my sister’s arms. Usually, this wouldn’t work. Usually, a baby has all its clothes on and isn’t slightly damp and naked and slippery on the bottom. But this time she was. Usually, a mother is holding her baby in such a way that she can keep her grip and utilize both hands. This time it didn’t work that way. This time, the baby succeeded in throwing herself from her mother’s arms and into the floor.
I’ll clear up the freak out right away and let you know that she is okay. But at the time, there she was, on the floor. They called an ambulance and took her to the local children’s hospital. When my sister’s partner called, she didn’t tell me anything more than the baby had been dropped in the floor and was in an ambulance. It would have been nice to know more. I told her to tell my sister I was on my way. I told my husband, he printed directions to the hospital while I called my teacher and told her voice mail I would be absent. I left immediately.
I had no idea my minivan would go 95 miles per hour. The directions said it would take an hour and a half to get from my house to the hospital. I was there in an hour from the time my sister’s partner called. When I arrived, the baby was in x-ray. I had every horrible thought going through my head. I didn’t know anything! I was terrified. There could be broken bones. There could be a busted head. there could be internal bleeding. There could be all sorts of scary things. I was in a panic still.
They wheeled her back into her triage room and she looked perfect. They said they had to read the results and would be back soon. The baby was conscious. She was tearful. She was moving her arms and legs. She was hungry. I was so relieved. My sister was a mess. She was intensely guilty over dropping the baby. She felt it made ber a bad mother. A terrible irresponsible mother. I did my best to comfort her. She cried more than the baby. The x-rays and stuff all came back perfect. After an observation period, they discharged her.
She has favored her left leg since then. It has been over a week and she doesn’t put her weight on that leg. She can’t actually stand or crawl yet, so it is hard to judge. The pediatrician said not to worry too much. Most likely this is a result of bruising and strained muscle or something. He says she will be fine. He says she is perfect.
So, yeah. That was my drama last Tuesday. I had a huge adrenaline rush. It was the scariest thing to happen to me in years. Except it didn’t happen to me. My sister’s fear and angst was so much more than my could have been. And mine was so much I could hardly bear it. So, everyone wish hugs and peace of mind to my sister please.
love to you