Yesterday I put Max in for his afternoon nap - things went as usual: babbling, fake-crying, silence and then it sounded as if furniture was being moved upstairs. After climbing what seemed like the 100th flight of steps that day, I found Max standing in his crib with nearly all of the contents of his crib thrown to the floor. I also found the humidifier pushed to the floor from the table.
Things were reordered and I went back downstairs, but not before reminding Max that he needed to "take a big-boy nap."
I went back to unloading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen (not what my social worker meant when she advised me to use nap-time as "Robyn time") and listened to Max babbling through the monitor. But then the babbling turned to full-blown SCREAMING. SCREAMING like I've not heard before from anything that lived to tell.
Back up the stairs I went where I found Max's right knee stuck between two bars of his crib. He was screaming bloody murder and his face was all contorted from either panic or pain - or perhaps from both. Honestly, I can't remember the status of his lower leg and foot... I "think" they were through the bars.
After a quick attempt at trying to free him from the crib I knew that I wouldn't be able to. I started to panic too... called a neighbor, nobody answered; called mom, not home; called a friend who offered to come over but was at least 15 minutes from my house... then I dialed "911." Max was still SCREAMING, not even his bottle would soothe him.
I quickly explained the status of Max's leg to the dispatcher who asked, "Is that your son screaming?" After I told her that that was Max she complimented him on his lungs. "I'll send someone over," she told me.
In reality it probably took the police less than five minutes to arrive but of course it seemed like eternity to me. Nothing I did could comfort Max. With Highland Park not being a raving metropolis I couldn't fathom what the delay was.
And then Barbie and Ken arrived. Yes, Barbie and Ken... I wish that I could link this blog to a photo of the two police officers who rescued Max but I can't find one - but if there were a Barbie and Ken police duo, these two would be them. Both were very good looking, tall, bronzed and blond/blonde. It was really quite ridiculous.
Both were sans any sort of hacksaw or tool that would cut the bars, curious I thought. But then Ken requested liquid laundry detergent which I had but since the baby oil was handy I asked if that would work. (Please note: lesson learned is coming) Turns out that since baby oil is absorbed into the skin it wouldn't work as a lubricant.
In no time, Ken applied the laundry detergent and Max's leg was freed! I picked up my baby and two seconds later he was giggling. Maybe thinking "hehehe, I scared Mama?"
Ken asked if he could use the bathroom to wash his hands and I was grateful in that moment that my mom is such a Type A and has drilled into me to keep things neat at all times "because you never know..." While he washed I apologized and also told Barbie how embarrassed I was.
"Oh, don't be," Ken assured me. "We both have kids. My son ate a light bulb," he told me. And with that I caught his eye gaze and said along with giving him my best wink, "I guess he's not too bright then?"