Friday, September 19, 2003

It's been almost a week, but I can still see the scene vividly in my head. I can see the right tower of the entertainment center falling. I can see my little girl lying on the ground underneath it. I still remember the horrible feeling of thinking that my little Boogie was dead. Luckily she's fine, but it doesn't stop the "what if" thoughts that crowd my brain.

Last weekend, I got a new entertainment center. It's one of those large units with an armoir in the middle and two side units, with glass doors that close over the bookshelves. Each of the side units is about 6 feet tall and very heavy. I had to use my entire body weight to push them against the center unit (my husband was gone on his yearly fishing trip with the male members of his family).

So I had it all set up and started putting our CDs into the drawer on the left tower of the entertainment center. Boogie was playing with the drawer on the right, putting stuff in and taking it out. I didn't think anything of it.

I went to get some more CDs from beside the entertainment center when I saw movement. I looked over and saw the right side falling. I guess Boogie had opened the drawer and tried to look inside it, putting all of her body weight on it in the process. Our carpet is really thick, which made the unit a little unstable. But I didn't understand any of that at the time. All I saw was the entertainment center falling.

I remember her laying on the ground. I don't know if she fell when it started falling or if she fell before it hit her. I just know she was on the ground, and the unit fell on top of her. My first thought when it was falling was that it was going to kill her and there was nothing I could do. I saw it hit her face, saw her nose press down. The next thing I remember is lifting the unit with one arm and rolling her out with the other.

I thought her nose would be broken. It wasn't. I thought her teeth might have gone through her lips. They didn't. She cried for about 5 minutes, and then lay her head on my shoulder exhausted. Which scared the hell out of me. I know lethargy is one symptom of head injuries. I worried that she had brain damage.

After a 2 1/2 hour wait in the emergency room, a wait where Boogie miraculously was her old self, dancing, saying "hi" to everyone in the room, laughing, we (my sister-in-law came with me) were told that she was fine.

After putting her to bed three hours past her bedtime, my sister-in-law and I marveled at how lucky little Boogie was. The glass could have shattered on her face. She could have been hit near the bottom of the unit, which fell flat on the floor. (The unit has decorative molding on the top that juts out farther than the rest of the unit. When it fell, there was a little pocket of space, which happened to be where Boogie was.) The molding could have hit her dead on, which most certainly would have been fatal. I could have been in another room when it happened, maybe taking a shower and oblivious to what happened.

Boogie came through the ordeal with a small red line by her ear where the corner of the unit hit. She never bruised, she never bled, and while she hasn't gone near that unit since, she was never really affected by it.

I just can't seem to get the picture out of my head, or stop the feeling of being so helpless to do anything. It is amazing to think that I lifted that whole unit with one arm, though. Adrenaline is a wonderful thing. We've purchased those anchoring wall brackets, so it never happens again. Part of me wants to bracket everything in the house!

I just am so thankful that Boogie really does have a guardian angel watching out for her. I can't imagine my life without her.