It was the SPLAT! heard round South Park. I was walking back to my car with the baby in his bucket seat. My mom was holding Graham’s hand and the pizza. My flip flop caught the edge of a cobblestone. I tried to catch my balance and probably would have. Except for that darn bucket seat which threw me forward. Shit. I knew I was going to hit the pavement.
Time froze. I had to force the bucket seat to land upright so the baby would be as safe as possible. I managed to make that happen. And then hit the ground full force with the right side of my body. My mom and some dude that saw the whole thing go down from the top of his ladder came to my rescue. Will started to cry, but was only startled, not hurt. Graham stood frozen. I was mortified and banged up.
I won’t be running a 10K this weekend; I won’t be doing any walks with my mom-friends. I won’t be enjoying the morning air as I jog Graham and Will to preschool in the stroller for awhile. Instead, I’ll be nursing a twisted foot, black and blue hip, sore knee and back, and bruised ego.
I also won’t be judging my little boy for crying when he tumbles. I just had a refresher course in how bad it can hurt. Instead, I’ll take notes from my big-man Graham. “Mommy,” he said, “It’s OK to be sad. It happens sometimes.” Then he kissed my foot and held my hand as I lay on the couch with ice on various body parts. My fall hurt pretty bad, but my son had the grace to pick my spirits back up.
Apparently kisses really do make things feel better!
Glad that you’re relatively ok from your fall. I’ve taken some near dives in public before. Thankfully, my husband has quicker reflexes than I do though. Hope you get feeling better soon.