Electrocution paranoia

This evening I was getting Sam ready for bed. He told me that he wanted to hear his music and headed into the bedroom to turn on the cd player. I was in the bathroom putting toothpaste on his toothbrush when suddenly there is a horrible, loud, unidentifiable, continuous noise coupled with terrifying screams! I thought "oh my god! he's being electrocuted!" and flung the toothbrush willy nilly and ran into the bedroom.

He was shaking in fear and continuing his screaming and the cd player was spitting high-volume between-radio-station static into the room. I was very relieved, controlled the situation, and headed back to the general tedium of brushing Sam's teeth when I realized that I had the adrenalin shakes. Just the thought of Saminjury was enough to push the fight or flight button and that surprised me.

He gets hurt a lot. He keeps climbing on the radiators and I tell him he's going to fall and yes, yesterday he took a dive. And he falls off his chair at the table nearly daily. He slides off the couch. He trips over nothing. He flings himself through the air at Ben or me when we're not expecting it. In other words, he's constantly putting himself at risk (sometimes while saying "don't fall down!" because I say that to him) and falling. I usually see the incident in slow motion and hand out curative kisses. I stay calm. I stayed calm through his split lip and associated stitches without anesthesia. I don't understand why tonight was different, but it was. Maybe because he wasn't in my view at the time of the incident. Maybe my instincts are being thrown off by the perpetual colds of the last couple weeks. I don't know. I do hope that if he does cause future adrenalin rushes, the situation is just as anticlimatic.

Maybe I'll just make him wear his helmet all the time.