Yesterday was a bad day. It started out normally. When I woke up, Mommy fed me and changed my diaper. While Daddy and Ella snored away, Mommy and I played. I always like when she plays with me. She does funny things like hide on the other side of the chair and then she waits for me to come find her. I always do! Then Ella woke up and things went downhill.
Mommy couldn't play with me anymore. She made Daddy wake up and then she went to the kitchen to fix breakfast for Ella and for herself. While Mommy was preoccupied, Daddy remembered he needed to shut something off in the basement. He told me he would be right back and he dashed down the stairs. I didn't want to be left alone so I thought I'd tag along. I got to the stairs, took my first real look at them and figured I could make it. Make it I did. I tumbled down the stairs, landing at the bottom with a thud. And then I screamed.
I heard Mommy come sprinting to me from the kitchen and I heard her scream when she saw me at the bottom of the steps. Daddy came running to me from the other side and quickly scooped me up and carried me upstairs. He put me down and proceeded to look me over from head to toe. He wanted to see how bad my injuries were. Mommy just stood there frozen and shaking and crying. Then those jerks didn't even hold and snuggle me for comfort! They put me in my carseat and we sped off to the hospital. Poor Ella didn't even get to finish her breakfast.
The nice people at the ER took me in right away. I didn't like the nurses poking and proding at me. I was very aware that this was like my doctor's office and I was terrified that these people were going to give me a shot. The nurses just checked for broken bones and weighed me. Then the doctor came in. He looked in my eyes, checked my head wounds and listened to me breathe. He asked Mommy and Daddy a lot of questions about the fall and asked if I seemed to be myself. Although I was fine, he wanted us to stay awhile for observation. Since the doctor wanted me to eat to make sure I didn't throw up, Mommy fed me and I settled in for a little nap.
When I woke up, I had forgotten all about the incident with the stairs. The only evidence I had even fallen was that Mommy was still teary-eyed and I had many scratches, bumps, and bruises on my head. Other than that, I was completely back to normal - tyring to eat the hospital remote and climb off the hospital bed. We talked to Grandma on the phone. She told Mommy about all of the times she had to take Daddy to the hospital and that made Mommy feel better, but now Daddy is worried that I'm going to take after him! After two hours, the doctor said that we could go home.
After we had lunch and I took another nap, we headed to Babies R Us. Daddy said that I could pick out a present because I had such a rough morning. He let Ella pick out a present too since she was so good at the hospital. Mommy and Daddy bought a gate for the basement stairs and some other safety features for the house. Ella got some crayons she can use to draw on the windows (she's been asking for those since she got to play with Caleigh's!) and some bath paints. I got a snail that lights up and plays music. He also rolls on the floor so that I can chase him.
Daddy installed the gate as soon as we got home. You would think that the fall would have scared me from attempting to go down the stairs again, but today I tried to follow Daddy again. This time the gate was in my way. Later, I heard Mommy and Ella upstairs and I tried to crawl up the stairs to find them, but there was a different gate in my way! I know it's for my own good, but I'm starting to dislike all of these precautions. On the upside, Mommy has been especially lovey dovey with me the last two days. She hugs me extra tight like it could be the last time. I love the extra love...although sometimes she does start to cry again and I could do without the wet tears on my face :)
