So today I go to pick up the kid at preschool. We are walking out and I am carrying the baby that will be one in two weeks. I step off the sidewalk and turn my ankle which results in me falling on my knee cap AND the baby basically does a back flip off my hip and lands on his forehead on the sidewalk. Holy Shit! I was able to sort of break his fall...sort of. Some lady getting out of her car runs up to us. I'm laying on my back right next to Rhett thinking OH MY GOD...I just dropped my kid on his head! Anyhow, she runs up and say "OMG, are you OK? You need to take him to the emergency room!" Ya think? A few other women are standing around us with their mouths open....lovely. The woman takes Rhett and helps me up. I insist I'm fine and will head right to the ER while calling my Husband. And off I go doing just that. Lets just say, STRESSED out doesn't cover it. T the five year old is trooper. He gets the baby a laughing and all seems well. The Husb meets us at the ER. Looks like the baby is ok, just a few scrapes from sliding down my car keys which were hanging out of my pocket. A tiny little scrape on the forehead and a few marks on his back. Thank you Lord.
Then...this afternoon, big kid puts little kid on the chest at the end of our bed. Little kid falls off and gets a rug burn on the other side of his forehead. For the love of God make it stop. Needless to say, I am enjoying a glass of wine, wondering if my shoulder will be jacked up for long and also planning on sneaking into the baby's room all night long to make sure he's ok. Parenthood is NOT for the faint of heart.