It's the only thing that explains how Max can fall down an entire flight of stairs and walk away with only a few bruises. To say last night was one of the worsts nights of my life is an understatement. The fear that grips you when your child gets hurt due to something you did is something you never really get over.
Last night I got home and Steve and I were talking upstairs (gate was closed as always) and we were saying how we should go outside and sit in the yard. That is when the misunderstanding took place, one that could have ended much worse than it luckily did. I walked downstairs leaving the gate open thinking that Max and Steve were right behind me. Steve thought I had closed the door and put Max on the floor and within a minute we could hear our son tumbling down the stairs. The screams and thumps as he went down ia something that will give me nightmares for some time to come. Steve and I raced over to him, where we found him face first on the floor. He had a little blood by his mouth, a scratch by the corner of his eye and a red Head where you could tell that bruises were about to form. He was scared and in pain and screaming bloody murder. Steve and I ran out of the house and drove to the Stamford Emergency room.
I was sobbing as I brought Max in to be seen which they immediately did. They called in the Trauma unit to speed things up at which point he was given some benedryl to calm him down and make him sleep so they could perform a cat scan on him (they can only perform a cat scan once on a baby since the radiation levels are too high, and therefore he must be laying very still). However the medication only made him more awake. He finally stopped crying and Maria showed up crying checking his entire body for injuries (she is a nurse). She said she liked the fact that his bruises were outwardly raised, showing that the injuries were on the outside and not in his brain. Phew, at least one good sign. Max did vomit a small amount which made them want to do the cat scan even more, however given his alert status he seemed to be doing just fine. In the midst of all this chaos my father calls me to yell at me and ask me how this could happen. Just what I needed as I'm having a nervous breakdown. Thankfully my stepmom came and brought us some food and was there to calm us down. A few hours later after several failed attempts to get him to sleep for the cat scan they give him a sedative which should have been fast acting, but didn't do a thing to him. At this point it's almost 11pm at night and we are all exhaustedddddd. Which is when the doctor said they were going to hook him up to IV's and really sedate him. Before doing so though they needed us to sign some forms informing us that he could have difficulty breathing on his own until the medication wears off and that he will be closely watched and hooked up to monitors. Of course just what every parent wants to hear...more risks! So after everything that has gone on, they hold him down and try to find a vein to put the IV in. They never found one, at which point I had to go home and lay down. I was exhausted, Steve and Max and Maria weren't far behind. They finally taped him down so they could do the catscan which showed no signs of trauma and he was finally allowed to come home where I put him to sleep. He was down the moment he finished his bottle. Maria spent the night so she could monitor him the whole night and I went to work the following morning. It's been a very scary experience, and a miscommunication error between Steve and I that will never happen again. No matter how careful you always are, it takes one second of miscommunication for something really bad to happen. Luckily this time he had angels watching over him.
The following day he woke up and was back to his normal self. Only a very small bruise on his face and a scratch by his eye. Poor daddy had a rough time, crying most of the morning. I think we were both very rattled.
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