He was monkeying around (as 4.5 yr old boys do ALL THE TIME) and pulled this sideboard table over on top of him self.
I watched the table top land on his neck...just like a guillotine...life stopped for moments.
The edge bounced of his chin and ended on his chest and the draw came out in advance and knocked him. He slammed the back of his head on the tiled floor. He was writhing in pain and was breathless, the screaming took about 45 seconds to start, little bits of blood followed.
All is ok now but I was so traumatized, he was too and so upset so I put him in my bed. I wanted to be able to check on him during the night and hold him close.
This is where the difference between dads and moms comes in......
Mums comfort, check for injuries and fix all with masses of kisses. Afterwards they realise the enormity of what could of happened.
Dads tell them that it's nothing, bruises aren't there and that it is not really blood...then they (the male parent) have a very loud attention seeking tantrum when they don't want to share a super-king sized bed with a quietly sobbing, possibly concussed little boy.
Isn't it lucky we have a guest room for cranky old men.