It was a Sunday evening. Mae and I were lazing around in the living room in front of the TV. We had put Baby to sleep on our bed - he likes it there and tends to sleep a little longer, even to the point of waking up happier. So there he was, asleep on our bed. We put up a barrier of pillows and bolsters. It would be safe enough and besides whenever Jesse awoke, he'd call for us. And so we left him there. Alas, we also left a small opening in the barrier. "He couldn't possibly crawl backwards," we rationalised. Who would have thought the boy could gostan at such a tender age?
And right there in the middle of the final episode of SATC, we heard a sickening thud. Mae and I rushed into the room and Jesse was nowhere to be seen!!! Fear gripped my heart and I felt the blood flood into my head. I expected the worse.
Jesse was lying there on the floor at the side of the bed away from the door. He was curled up on his side. His face was convoluted and his mouth wide open. But there was no sound! It was like some perversed silent movie.
And then like a delayed telecast, sounds of his cries filled the entire house. I picked him up and held him close. He was crying. He must have felt like shit with the shock and the pain of the fall. Mae was feeling like shit. I was feeling like shit. It was the shittiest day of our lives.
He calmed down fairly quick. But to be sure, we took him to the hospital anyway. There, he was given a clean bill of health. The nice guy of a doctor reassured us that Baby was okay, "As surprising as it sounds, we do get a lot of such cases." And just like that Mae and I are inducted into the Dumbass Parents' Hall of Shame, an age-old fraternity of lousy parents who allow their babies to fall off the bed.
It's been three weeks since. We can laugh about it now, but damn, that day must easily have been the worst day of our lives. It's still a little heartbreaking when I think about it. That day Jesse woke up alone in that room and instead of calling out or crying, he entertained himself by rolling around on the bed. And for being the good boy that he was that day, he was rewarded with a nasty fall. *sigh* Poor kid. Looks like I'll have to give him back all of his future allowances that I had deducted from his Buku 555!