Like this:

Yesterday, Coltan took a major tumble down the stairs. It was horrible to watch. He tumble forward and did summersaults busting straight through the baby gate at the bottom and landing on his back. I was horrified as I scooped him up and made sure he was in tact. Gratefully, and I mean that word so truly, he was fine. He has a bump on his head that is sore but he’s absolutely fine. He looked up at me between shaky breaths and tears and said, “But mommy was I brave?” Oh, mercy, yes little man, you were brave.

Then, today, the most awful thing happened. I fell down the stairs while holding Leo. It was, again, absolutely horrible. I have not recovered emotionally. Horrible. Again, gratefully, oh dear Lord gratefully, we are both okay. This time, Leo has a goose egg on the side of his head and I am sore pretty much everywhere. Comic relief: I felt hardest on my bottom. Good thing it’s padded.  I am just so terribly shaken.

I’ve no idea how both Coltan and I slipped on the same spot. I’ve inspected it, believe me, and it seems like a normal stair…but it was surely not today and yesterday.

I am counting my blessings repeatedly tonight.

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