I'll preface this post with this: I am the worst.
We have an older tv. It's not huge, but it's fairly big and definitely very heavy. It's really wide and deep, more so than it is tall. So even though I've heard horror stories about tvs falling on kids it never crossed my mind that ours could. It just seemed impossible for that thing to tip over. Here's where my stupidity gets more extreme: Cason sometimes gets on the side of our tv stand to turn the volume up, because the buttons are on top. Our tv stand is low and very stable, and because our tv is so low and wide and deep, and he barely touched the tv except to push the volume button, I didn't think about it.
Well, last night Tyra was over, and Neely was in the playroom, wanting us to play with her princess castle. So we were hanging out with her, playing, and Caso was watching a show, Paige was playing a math game on her Kindle, and Jess was in the shower. Tyra decided she needed to go home, so she said goodbye. Cason was sitting on the couch with Gia, and Tyra kissed him goodbye and went out the front door. Right as she was closing the door we all heard a crash and a HORRIBLE scream. I was in the playroom still and Tyra had her back to him, so none of actually saw it. We all ran, Tyra lifted the tv with her superhuman strength and I pulled him out. I had a feeling he broke something in one or both of his legs because the tv was laying on his lower legs and he was screaming and writhing around while I held him. Jess ran out in a bath towel and Paige ran in and started freaking out, thinking he was going to die I think. Poor babies. I looked down at Caso's leg and saw this big, DEEP hole in his shin, like a gouge. He started to look so I tried to block him so he wouldn't freak out. I felt like I was going to though. I think I stayed somewhat calm, although I was freaked out and shaking like crazy.
Thankfully Tyra was there, she stayed with our girls while we ran to the E.R. The other day I was sewing an ornament and he asked me some question about what would happen if he cut his hand or something. I teased him and said it was no big deal, I could just sew him up like Frankenweenie. He laughed. But then last night on the drive to the E.R. he told me he was glad I didn't say I would sew him up. Poor guy. I didn't tell him that someone might have to sew him up, it just wouldn't be me.
He was SO good and so tough the whole time. We already knew he is so special, but seeing how sweet he was in there, smiling at us and hugging us every time we comforted him made it even more clear to us what a special little person he is. I see some Jesus in that boy.

He dozed off some and calmed down enough that I started to think I was wrong and he would only need stitches.
But no, he has a broken fibula. :( So he got 5 stitches and a temporary splint.
Hopefully we'll hear from the doctor soon about getting his cast on. Everyone who helped us was so good and nice to him and commented on how sweet and adorable he was. The one nurse was saying how usually it's the newer flat screens, which surprised me in a way since they can't be as heavy, but then again isn't a surprise since they'd tip much easier.
It was awful. On top of the usual sadness when your baby is hurt, there's the guilt. That's one of those stereotypical injuries that happen to kids with crappy parents who don't babyproof or pay attention to their kids. But we totally do. All we do is spend time with our kids. But we do make dumb mistakes sometimes, obviously. Cason's also such a mellow guy that we've reached a stage that I don't feel like I have to follow him around, watching his every move. This was a crazy fluke. I'm going to feel like crap every time I have to tell someone what happened. I want to take that tv in to the desert and go all Office Space on it. But Jess already got rid of it so I can't. It's the worst because we were going to get rid of our tvs when we move in a couple of weeks anyway. :(
He's doing great today. Loves that he gets to watch tv and play video games, and has been spoiled with cookies, a new RescueBot, and candy, more cookies, and a Captain America from Sarah. :)
We're keeping the little tv from our bedroom just to entertain him until he can walk around again. Then, no more tvs for us. Or any objects weighing in excess of 10 pounds. At least until Jess can get himself a flatscreen to mount on a wall.