If you haven't heard already or seen my tired face...
At 6-months old, I decided it was time for Baby Dhis to start her 'stunt baby' training. Yesterday, I was walking down the stairs carrying BabyDhis in my left arm and her car seat in my right hand. Then, I tripped.
I used my left hand to reach for the banister to catch myself. The next thing I found myself thinking was "Is that a doll?" as I watched a little body bounce off the steps.
I watched her fall, bounce off a step, flip upside-down, bounce onto the top of her head, twist sideways, bounce off another step, roll off the bottom step and land on her back with a thud. She then emitted a WHATTHEFETCHWASTHAT! scream.
I was incredulous at first, but as I absorbed what had happened, I began imagining what the damage might be. Not a good thing.
I cried and screamed, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" as I ran down the stairs and tears flooded my face. I dropped the car seat and scooped the screaming baby. It took me a minute or two to realize I was the one screaming the loudest. I tried calling David on the phone, but my hand was shaking. The dog was worked up and was jumping up and down snapping at my arm with the baby. It was a House of Hysterics.
I got a hold of a nurse at the pediatrician's office and brought BabyDhis in. She was checked out and there was no serious injury detected. I was given instructions on what to look for (scream of pain when moved, unable to be woken up, swelling) and what not to do (no Tylenol or pain medicine; they want to know how much pain she's in). Additionally, I was given instruction to wake up twice in the middle of the night and check on her to make sure she was still breathing (assuming I was going to be able to sleep).
Dhis ended up being fine but cranky and sore all day. I was physically and emotionally drained and in need of sleep for the rest of the day.
On top of the times I checked on her last night, Baby Dhis woke me up twice, but I wasn't annoyed at all. I was just glad she was breathing and alive.