My little boy just fell down the two steps we have that lead into the sunroom (it's like split level). He is normally very good at going to the edge, turning around and crawling backwards down the steps. But today as I cleared up the dinner we ate in the sunroom, I turned around to see him barely standing on the edge of the top stair while holding the tv remote in his hands. As usual I called out his name to ask him to move back but momentum must've pulled him forward. I let go of everything I was holding in my hands and dived to the end of the stair as he fell forward, doing a side summersault and landing on the bottom step on his back. I have no idea if he hit his head first or body first. I seriously do not recall. I just know one second he was standing facing the bottom of the stair with half his feet on the stair and half too far forward and the next second he landed on the bottom on his back. I don't think I have ever screamed his name so loudly before. Luckily the mug I was holding did not shatter as it hit the floor when I dropped it to catch him. Of course I was too late and he wailed his heart out and sobbed and hiccupped. After a few minutes of crying though he stopped and just looked at me while I talked to hubs letting him know what had happened.
Seriously? I mean... he hit the tile floor. He possibly hit his head or body on the first step before falling on the bottom step. He DIVED head first. I do not understand how he did not have a major injury. I rubbed his head and aside from a little bit of whining (probably coz it was still tender), he didn't complain about anything else. He was his talkative, thrashing around self 5 minutes later. I showed hubs how he fell and hubs couldn't believe it either. Of course now I'm paranoid and wondering if he has some internal injury that I can't sense or tell. But maybe we were being watched over and we were being protected? I am so so thankful that he's okay. And I am not looking forward to his other adventures and falls.
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