I think I’m finally calm enough to write this out rationally…
We had a busy last couple of days. On Christmas Eve we went to visit MJ’s dad and his girlfriend Donna during the day. Then it was off to visit my parents and my brother. So we walk in and MJ immediately brings Will upstairs to see my brother, because my Dad has a tendency to steal Will right out of people’s arms. So we wanted to make sure Will got a chance to visit with Uncle Nate. For a while it was me, my brother, my dad and Will all playing upstairs in Nate’s bedroom and having a grand old time. Seeing as Will was being doted on, I retreated downstairs to talk with my mom.
What happened next was the most horrifying thing I’ve been through as a parent to this point in time.
I’m downstairs with my mom and MJ when all of a sudden I hear it. “Boom, boom-boom, boom…boom boom boom.” That was followed by the horrified sound of one of my relatives gasping. Immediately, I knew what it was and my heart nearly exploded. I ran as fast as I could around the corner and my fears were confirmed…
Will had tumbled down the stairs. 12 of them to be exact. From the second floor all the way down to the bottom.
My Dad was the first one to get to him and he held him while Will wailed. I demanded to hold him but my Dad was frozen in fear trying to check him out and I don’t even think he heard me. After the third time I demanded Will I got so mad I punched a hole in the wall. He wasn’t bleeding but he was crying so loud.
I immediately ran for my coat and car keys to head for the ER. At this point I didn’t know who was responsible but I was pretty sure that if I didn’t leave I was going to pummel someone. And the scariest part was driving to the hospital because Will was screaming bloody murder and then he was totally quiet. MJ had to shake his carseat to keep him awake.
When we got to the ER everything was fine. Will was already smiling and flirting with the nurses and we were in and out in 45 minutes. The kid didn’t even need an x-ray. But I was PISSED at the ER intake nurse. After we described what happened to Will she looked at him, told him he looked fine and said “Oooh, mommy and daddy are first time parents aren’t they?”
Thank God MJ spoke up first because I was ready to flip. Taking your kid to the ER because he fell down a flight of stairs is not nervous first time parent stuff. I don’t care how old my kids are or how many I have, if they fall down a flight of stairs I’m taking them to the emergency room. This wasn’t a visit to the ER because Will had a slight fever or a cough. HE FELL DOWN 12 STAIRS!!! I could’ve smacked the bitch.
And I refuse to name the relative responsible for Will’s Christmas Eve tumble because I know how awful he feels and that it was an accident. In fact, he felt so bad about it that he left and wouldn’t come back for awhile. Sure I was mad, but he is one of the most responsible people I know and he loves Will to no end, so I got over my anger pretty quickly and all was forgiven. Besides, he’ll have to hear about this every single Christmas for the rest of his life, not to mention the baby dropper jokes that await him. Poor bastard.
But I’ll be honest, I couldn’t shake the feeling the whole situation left me with. MJ was fine. She was completely calm and rational the entire time. But I blew a fuse. Hearing your child thump down the stairs and knowing there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it…it was horrifying. Rounding the corner to see if he was OK was the scariest moment of my life. I’ve never felt fear like that before, and unfortunately as a parent I know it won’t be the last time.
But hey, it wouldn’t be a Gouveia Christmas without some bizarre story to tell. Welcome into the fold little man. And other than that, Christmas was great. Will saw all of his relatives and got a crap ton of presents. Seriously, our families bought out toy stores everywhere. We can’t fit it all in our condo. We are so lucky to have them and my son is going to be the most spoiled kid on the planet.
You know, when they’re not tossing him down the stairs…