I fell down the stairs.
Remember the spiral staircase in my new house that I just love? Yeah. Those. I fell down those stairs. With Grace in my arms.
I have always been super paranoid about going down those stairs because they are wide and each step is a different width because of the spiral turn. I am constantly reminding the boys to be super cautious going down the stairs and each time I go down the stairs I am careful to hit the middle of each step. While holding my precious baby I am even MORE careful.
So, how did this happen?
I was blinded by Grace's beauty. Seriously. I was love-drunk.
Grace woke up from her afternoon nap at about 5 o'clock and I went up to get her. I lifted her out of her crib and as usual she threw her chunky, little arms around my neck and immediately glombed onto my cheek and began kissing and hugging her momma. I started blowing raspberries on her beautiful little neck and we both were laughing and laughing. As we started down the stairs I shifted my concentration from her to the stairs. Halfway down Grace started kissing my cheek again and when I though I had reached the bottom of the stairs I started smooching on her neck and cheekies again. Only I wasn't to the bottom. I had two more stairs to go. Doggone long staircase.
It all happened in an instant and as I was falling I shifted Grace to my side and kept my hands and arms firmly around her, supporting her back and head, as I landed flat on my knees and my right elbow. Um. Pain. I froze in the position I landed in, trying to assess what injury hurt the most. My knees. My knees definitely hurt the most. My left knee in particular. Luckily, Todd was walking in the house at that exact moment and he was able to rush to us and pick up Grace so that I could lie very still on the tile floor while I fought back nauseousness.
Eventually I was able to hobble over to the couch and sit down. The nauseousness faded and now I am just left with two swollen knees and a pulled muscle in my shoulder and back. No big deal. I'm sure I will be fine in a couple of days. However, it did scare me quite a bit.
My biggest comfort is that Grace is completely fine. She was barely even jostled. She was probably wondering what kind of game mommy was playing, whooshing us to the ground like that. It is good to know that I was able to focus on keeping her safe in that split second. I have always wondered how I would fair in a situation like that, and I'm glad it had this outcome. Whew!
I guess I just feel very lucky. I hate to be fatalistic, but I know this could have ended very badly. Just last week Todd's uncle fell coming out of a restaurant, hit his head, got a massive subdural hematoma, and never woke up. We are going to his funeral tonight. As my prior post said, "be grateful for each new day". And I am.
So, ladies and gents, the moral of the story is this: Always love on your children when both of your feet are planted firmly on the ground. Lesson learned.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go ice my knees again.