Christmas morning is so exciting, especially when you see all the presents under the tree and you know some of them are for you – an adventure waiting to happen. Last Christmas, though, we had to start the morning with a different type of adventure: a trip to the emergency room.
Second Daughter was so excited to have her sister (First Daughter) home from college that she was bursting at the seams to get the festivities going. In true college student fashion, First Daughter was not very interested in rising unnecessarily early, like before noon. So, Second Daughter, deciding that 7 am was a perfectly late enough time to sleep to on Christmas morning, went flying down the stairs to roust Miss Lazy-Bones.
But, instead of Christmas cheer, we heard Christmas screams. The night before, Youngest Daughter had been playing with her horses and making barns out of blocks on the bottom two stairs. When we sent her off to bed, she left some of the blocks stacked on the side of steps. I noticed them when I went upstairs, but I didn’t really think much of it except that I would take care of it tomorrow because I had a lot to do and I was really tired. In her hurry to get Christmas started, Second Daughter slipped on those blocks, landing on her elbow.
Not sure if her elbow was broken, we loaded Second Daughter into the car, over the river, and through the woods to the hospital. In a merciful turn, we were the only ones there. Three x-rays, a $75 co-pay (with the rest to bill later), and two hours later, we returned home with a thankfully unbroken but badly bruised Second Daughter.
The real gift that day was that she wasn’t badly hurt. It would have only taken a few seconds to move the blocks when I'd noticed them the night before. I was filled with relief but also guilt, so now my family has become the Stair Enforcers, bound together in a mission to keep the stairs free of hazards and keep everyone a little safer.