• A Cautionary Tale

    Date: 2014.02.06 | Category: Family, Home, Life, Me, Sarah, Whoops | Tags:

    I hesitated to share this story because it makes me feel like a terrible mother. But like all stories that fall into that “terrible parent” category, sometimes sharing them will help someone else.

    Two nights ago, after visiting with my friend Susan who was in town from Biloxi, I headed home late with two tired girls in tow. When we got home, Sarah told me she needed to go to the potty. She’s gotten very good at going on her own, so I left her to it. About two minutes later I heard a very loud crash.

    I knew, deep down in my gut, that it was her dresser. I cannot even explain the sense of terror that filled me at that moment. She hadn’t started crying at that point and the worst possible thoughts were filling my head. When I was halfway down the hall running to her, she started crying and screaming.

    When I walked in the room, I saw the dresser tipped over, with her legs underneath it. But, we were lucky. The drawers slid out and caught the dresser from falling flat on her. But she was laying there crying with her legs from the thighs down pinned under one of the drawers. I immediately pulled her out, still thinking that we were about to make a trip to the emergency room. I started asking her what hurt, expecting her to say her legs. Instead, through tears, she managed to tell me her shoulder hurt.  Sure enough, she had a big scratch across her left shoulder. Her hip was banged up too, already bruising.

    She continued to cry, pointing to her dresser and shouted, “No no dresser! You hurt Sarah!”

    I should also probably mention that she was naked. I later pieced together that she had gotten her panties a little wet when she went to the bathroom. She took them off and attempted to get to a top drawer to get clean panties. To get to that drawer, she opened the bottom drawer and used that to climb up to the panty drawer. That is what tipped the dresser.

    Afterwards she was able to get up and walk on her own without complaining too much. She really just wanted a band-aid for her shoulder. It was bedtime, so I gave her some ibuprofen and put her in bed.

    The next morning we got her up and sent her to school. That afternoon I got a phone call from school that Sarah was walking funny on her right foot and screamed when they tried to take her shoes off or touch her foot. When I picked her up, she wouldn’t let me touch her foot. I finally convinced her to point to where it hurt – a spot between her big toe and her arch on the bottom side of her foot. It wasn’t bruised or swelling, but I still decided to get it checked out.

    We went to the doctor’s office this morning and she got a full inspection. They did verify that she was injured, but after pressing on it and feeling the foot, the doctor said it wasn’t broken and would likely heal up on its own.

    You better believe that Mark went to Lowe’s this morning and promptly secured her dresser to her wall. I gave the thing a good tug to make sure. We are also securing Norah’s.

    I think Sarah must have a very exhausted guardian angel tailing her most of the time. We were very very lucky.

    So please, take it from me, even if your kid has never attempted to climb your dressers, go ahead and secure them to the wall. It took Mark about five minutes to do so this morning and it could save a broken bone, or even a life!