Hysterical, I saw my Josh laid out after a 40ft fall
With the kids tucked up in bed, I had some washing to fold away.
‘Goodnight,’ I whispered.
It was 9 January last year, and we’d been in our new home nearly a year.
I’d been thrilled when we’d moved into the newly refurbished, second floor maisonette in south east London.
Just me and my three children Aaliyah-Amina, 3, Destiny, 2, and Joshua, 1.
But that night, I couldn’t get Joshua and Aaliyah to sleep.
Minutes after saying goodnight, I found Joshua climbing up onto the windowsill and jumping onto his bed.
Kids!
‘Bedtime – now!’ I yelled, tucking them in again.
Hoping they’d drift off, I made sure the window was closed and went back to my chores.
Moments later, I heard Aaliyah shouting.
‘Mum!’ she shrieked. ‘Josh has fallen out the window!’
Dropping everything, I ran into their room to the window.
It was wide open. And looking down, I saw Joshua…
He’d plunged four storeys – 40ft – and was lying face down on the doorstep of the house below.
He wasn’t moving, his arms and legs sprawled at odd angles.
‘Joshua!’ I screamed, my stomach twisting in sheer horror.
Surely he couldn’t survive a fall like that.
‘Stay here!’ I cried to the girls, adrenaline pumping through me as I grabbed my phone and sprinted down the stairs.
Head spinning, heart pounding, I dialled 999 as I ran.
‘Help!’ I screeched down the phone. ‘My son’s fallen out of the window!’
I couldn’t get through the door of the first-floor block where Josh was lying on concrete in the pouring rain.
This story is from the February 2017 edition of Chat Specials.
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