If you remember, at the beginning of this year I installed multiple cameras and continuous surveillance in and around my home. It’s top-of-the-line, with night vision so clear that the room can be pitch-black and it lights it up like daytime. Almost every square inch is covered by at least two cameras from different angles. The video is automatically captured on a hard drive. I did this to protect myself from baseless accusations after some trouble-maker called Adult Protective Services. Hey, I can’t stop people from doing this, but I can make sure my impeccable care of my son is NEVER doubted. The peace of mind is, in itself, worth the cost.
Since then, there are times when I would review video footage. For example, if the nurse tells me Ryan did something overnight that she thought was interesting it’s as simple as flipping on the monitor and rewinding the video.
In my post from yesterday, Injury Averted: Ryan Falls through Sling, I shared how the day started off with one hell of a scare. Yes, I take every precaution I can think of to keep Ryan safe while up in his sling, but injury was certainly a possibility when he slide through. I certainly didn’t ever expect that to happen! Who ever would? Still, the planning for a lift failure worked for the sling. If he would have gotten hurt I can tell you I’d be thanking my lucky stars for the video.
Also, without this footage I’m not so sure I would even share what happened with you. Fortunately, I can. So, I pulled two frames from the video to show.
The first picture (below) shows that split second where Ryan slipped through. He is in mid-fall and I am reacting by sweeping my arms around him and tucking my head against his body. I would say I have cat-like reflexes, but that would be giving cats too much credit!
This next picture is how we wound up. In that fraction of a second I was able to get my arms completely around him and protect his head. Cats have nothing on me!
Incredibly, he didn’t hit the floor because his feet dangled from the sling and his upper-body landed gently on me (as I slowed his descent). Ryan’s full weight had my legs, crossed over like I was at a pow-wow, pinned.
I briefly considered taking up the habit to smoke-um peace pipe.