Being a Parent is full of it's good and bad moments.
Most of the time, those bad moments make you appreciate those good times even more.
With that said, something happened yesterday. A bad, scary, moment.
It was Holly's last day visiting with me and the girls before she headed home to Utah. We watched a movie while the girls took their naps. About half way through, I went to go get Charlee for her next feeding.
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After I retrieved her from the bassinet, I started to descend from the top stair, just then, I lost my footing and less than a second later, I found myself in pain lying flat on my back with my sweet 4 month old Charlee crying in my arms.
Just that fast.
911 was called almost as immediately as it happened.
My Mother instincts kicked in full throttle.
Eric was called.
Emme was taken back upstairs after she awoke from her nap from the commotion.
Holly was on the phone with dispatch.
I was keeping Charlee still in my arms until they arrived.
All while trying to remember all that happened in that split.second.
How hard was the fall?
Did she hit her head in the spot that I thought I saw?
Did I support her neck so not to have whip lash?
Did she hurt anything else in that DAMN fall???
Is . she . okay?
Paramedics arrived in 13 minutes.
Charlee was assessed and questions were asked.
I told them my concerns and all the detail I could remember.
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Charlee calmed down and even started to smile before that last paramedic left.
Putting to rest everyone's fears.
They told me to monitor her for any behavior out of the normal.
I was informed with signs of swelling.
They also told me to wake her every couple hours.
Eric ran through the front door right before the last cop left.
He consoled both Charlee and myself just in time. I allowed myself to release after the last person left.
The most important part?
Charlee would be fine.
Mama on the other hand, well, that's another story.
I felt ill the entire day.
I was left to remember and replay that horrible moment that lead to horrible thoughts of "what could have happened" to put me in a coma like mood.
That fall scared me stupid.
The following "could be's" left me in sorrow.
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I woke up very sore.
The exact spots I landed on the stairs, are screaming this morning. Mom was left with rug-burns, bruises, and a dismal heart.
Charlee woke up her joyfully common, baby-self.
Definitely not out of her norm.
Not so much as a bump or bruise on her.
I could not wait to kneel and thank my Heavenly Father for watching over my baby and avoiding a potential devastating outcome.
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Like I said, it's those bad moments that make you SO eternally grateful for the healthy child and life you have.
Not saying at. all. that I welcome them though.
I could go my whole life without experience a moment like that again and it still would be too soon.
