Baby Jumps and Giant Leaps
Original post made by Jennifer Fogliani on Sep 5, 2011
"Owen, no jumping." I repeated as I put down an unfolded shirt and walked towards Owen's side of the bed. As Owen saw me walking towards him, he put all his energy into one final leap that sent him so high, he flew off the bed entirely.
I leapt forward to grab him, but it was too late. His head slammed into the window railing. The only thing more horrifying then seeing Owen's head hit the railing was the awful sound it made upon impact.
I picked him up. He was sobbing. I felt like sobbing but I tried to maintain composure for both our sakes. I felt his head for bumps as I carried him downstairs to grab a towel and some ice. We sat on the couch to watch Curious George while I iced the bump that was forming. He calmed down immediately.
'Maybe it wasn't too bad,' I thought, as I lifted the ice pack up for a second to reposition it on his head.
'Maybe it was.' I thought again as I noticed the ice pack was covered in blood.
I rechecked his head and found the bleeding gash. I took him to a local urgent care - just a few minutes from our house. The waiting room was busy. I called another ER - also just a few minutes away - to see if we'd have better luck there - they were busy too.
It took about an hour and a half but Owen bravely and calmly endured the experience of getting 5 staples. Not a single tear. He even gave the friendly doctor a few flirtatious smiles.
The staff at the urgent care not only took care of his wound but made him comfortable every step of the way. The experience made me even more confident that moving to Mountain View was a great choice for our family.
When I read the article in The Voice this week about how Zip Code is more important than Genetic Code, I thought back on Owen's trip to the urgent care and how lucky I felt to have not one but two options just minutes from our house.
Our zip code offers us close proximity to many doctors and hospitals. Ease of getting to the doctor is something my family doesn't take for granted.
Two years ago, my husband's cardiologist in Mountain View discovered one of his main arteries was 90% blocked. At the time, we were still living in Morgan Hill, but we made the 40 mile commute for every appointment and for his surgery because we were confident in the care he was receiving.
10 years ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. The treatment protocol that I was treated with and eventually cured me was developed at Stanford. Even though I have been in remission for 10 years, I still worry that the cancer will come back. Since having children, I worry about how I will manage if it does come back how I will still be a mom and undergo treatment. Living in close proximity to Stanford and other great cancer treatment centers certainly helps alleviate some of my concerns.
There are many reasons why I am happy my family and I chose to live in Mountain View. And being close to excellent health care definitely took a giant leap towards the top of my list.
on Sep 5, 2011 at 7:07 pm
Another beautiful wonderful honest piece from a great MtV columnist!
on Sep 6, 2011 at 10:53 am
You make me want to stay! We are struggling so much living in a tiny 2-bedroom condo, there's not enough room for anybody, but there certainly are perks living here in Mountain View as you so eloquently pointed out. Even if we sold our condo, what would we do, rent a house for the same amount per month, it would be more prudent to wait and see if the market picks up in 3 years so we can sell to get our down payment back.