Yes, it was my fault. As we scrambled day after day to get the house ready for the move, my job one particular afternoon was to wash windows. We have one high window in the kitchen, that El and I both dislike due to the direct morning sun it allows to relentlessly blind us while relaxing on weekend mornings. This window was the first objective of the day. As I positioned the ladder and started climbing up to the window, truth be told, I did think of Reed and his quickly developing motor skills, but dismissed the thought and kept climbing. Dumb. The kid was hanging unassisted from door jambs at 6 months. Walking at 10 months. Climbing stairs at about the same time. I had time to soap the window and turn around to check on Reed when I heard a heartbreaking bang, thump and then finally, the scream. The kind of scream that takes a bit to get out and as you're waiting for it, you count to yourself so you can gauge how bad they are hurt. The longer the pause, the worse the situation. And this was bad. I jumped off the ladder and picked up my son, who was lying flat on his back and scared stiff. As near as I can tell, he made it up to the third rung before pitching off. The 'bang' was him hitting the metal stool (with his face) on the way down. Still crying after 15 minutes, I put him down and he walked right over to the ladder and started up it again.....hmmm.....
