This just happened. It isn’t my typical writing style, but I had to write about it. To remind me never to let this happen again**. Here is a sort-of poem about it. I think. Or just a lot of sentence fragments.
My heart stopped.
My Angel, my baby.
There you stood on the precipice of disaster.
So proud of your new skill,
So proud to be tall
Up on the kitchen table mountain.
Unable to breathe.
No time to think
I crashed through the baby gate,
Taking it out.
Flying to your side
Before the precarious position failed.
Praying I would not be too late.
I wasn’t. I succeeded.
I swooped you into my arms
My heart beat again
Racing with relief,
Pounding for what might have been.
The chair, your ladder.
It’s out of here.
Don’t you ever scare the crap out of me again,
My Lil Diva.
**Translation: As I changed a load of laundry, my baby girl climbed onto a folding chair by the kitchen table, and then climbed onto the table. This is a skill she learned this morning while hanging out with Daddy as I tackled the mountain of laundry piled up. It had yet to be added to the Mommy Databank of Vigilance.
As I came down the stairs, I found her standing on the edge of the kitchen table. It is glass, and only supported in the CENTER. ANY false move too close the edge or a shifting of her weight, and the table would’ve tilted, toppled, and she would have crashed onto the hard tile with the heavy glass top.
It was one of the most terrifying moments I’ve experienced since becoming a parent.
Twenty minutes later and my heart is still trying to escape from my chest.
The folding chair is gone.
Meanwhile, Lil Diva discovered the box of baby wipes on the play room floor as I wrote this because I was unaware CG left them there.
And now she’s passed out from the secondhand stress experienced on my behalf – plus it’s nap time – on the floor.
A happy ending… for now.
Has your child(ren) ever given you a heart stopping moment?