Today one of my worst fears came true. Growing up in Southern California and experiencing earthquakes has always made me a little cautious with furniture and I worry about my girls pulling things down on themselves. I keep telling myself that I need to anchor my heavy furniture to the walls but of course get distracted and forget. Tonight I had a bloody reminder of how important it is to do this.
Phillip and I were cleaning our basement and rearranging furniture when Alexa asked if she could use some yarn to knit a scarf for me. (How sweet is that!) I sat on a couch and watched as the cupboard I keep my yarn in came crashing down on her. It was one of those things where I'm yelling, "Move!" and trying to run to her and everything was happening in slow motion, but all too fast. Next thing I know she has blood streaming down her hair and the back of her sweater, and blood is covering my hands. Um, scary!! Once we got the bleeding under control and the blood cleaned up it wasn't too traumatic, but she did end up with two staples closing the wound. Poor baby was so brave throughout the whole thing, but I can't help and feel extremely guilty for neglecting to make my house safer. I am very grateful, however, because I know this situation could have been much, much worse.
On a humorous note, after it happened she asked me, "Are my brains coming out!?". Then before bed tonight she was pressing on her temple and asked if she lost some of her brains because her head felt soft there.
This is her journal entry for tonight:And her stapled wound: