So it’s about 12:15 this afternoon and I’m leaving the Whole Foods where I’m grabbing a sandwich for lunch. As I’m leaving my phone rings and I notice it’s our Nanny. My first thought was that it was not good news. After all, my normal communication with our nanny is a short string of texts. Usually she’s wanting to know if we can feed Olivia something or if Jake is needing some medicine to help ease the discomfort of teething. This was the first time in the normal course of her caring for them that she actually called me. She started the call letting me know that Jake was okay (which of course was a sure sign something had gone awry). She got to the part where he had fallen out of the crib. My heart just sunk…I could feel it pulsating in the back of my throat and thoughts from all sides of my brain were coming at me at lightning speed. All I could think about was him actually falling out of the crib, head first to the ground. We don’t have any area rugs in their room (Olivia and Jake share a room) nor carpet. So, I knew that it would be a hard landing. I also knew that at 9 1/2 months old a vast amount of internal damage could’ve taken place. I was 80 miles from home at work (I have a long commute 3 days a week) which added to my stress of planning my course of action. I called my wife, Susie, and told her knowing it wasn’t going to be easy. The first words out of my mouth were, “Jake’s okay but he fell out of the crib”. I thought by being swift and direct I could steal some of that initial shock away. I’m not sure if that helped but I felt like it helped me deliver some scary news. Fortunately, Susie, works only a couple miles from home and I knew she could get there quickly.
I spoke to our Nanny on my long (boy was that a long drive!) home and it seemed he was okay for all she could tell. After arriving home it had now been about 2 hours since the fall and Susie was there holding him. He was the same frisky, active Jake I know! The one difference was he had a golf ball size bump on the back side of his head. We agreed a visit to the Dr. was in order.
Fast forward another 2 hours where a much needed glass of Petit Sirah is waiting my first sip and a quick meal of Sloppy Joe is cooking on the stove. Yes, we were back home and Jake checked out okay. He did tell us to keep an eye on him but that he thought he was just fine.
Of course we felt so guilty for not lowering his crib earlier. Lately I’ve been attempting to become more proactive in life. Proactivity helps prevent so many urgent matters we find ourselves attending to. Of course, this could have been one more thing prevented had we been proactive and lowered his crib earlier. I know I shouldn’t beat myself up to much over this. The reality is he could’ve fallen out at any given time. It’s the idea that I’m here to protect him and keep him safe and instead I was 80 miles away feeding my fat face while my baby boy was falling to the hard ground head first
Have any of you experienced anything like this?