Joshua gave me the scare of all scares today. He and Addy woke up from their naps at about the same time this afternoon. I went upstairs, grabbed Addy from our room, and took her to Joshua’s room. At about the same time Mike came home, so I laid Addy down in his crib and changed his diaper first. When I got done with his diaper I told him, “Go get Daddy!” He was excited to do just that, so he ran out of his room yelling for Mike, who was still downstairs unpacking from his day at work. Well, I haven’t been extremely careful about closing the gate at the top of the stairs, as Joshua’s been pretty good about going up and down the stairs on his own. This time, however, he didn’t fare so well. Just before I went to grab Addy to change her, I heard a “boom boom boom” and my heart sank. Joshua fell down the stairs. Mike and I both said, “Oh, God” at the same time and ran to see how bad the situation was. Joshua was laying at the bottom of the stairs, looking more scared than anything. Mike scooped him up and we both assessed the damage. Joshua started crying, but not a hurt cry, just a “I’m really scared” cry. Poor kid. It didn’t look like he had hurt anything at all, but he was shaking. Mike continued to console him for a few minutes, at which point I took over, more for myself than for Joshua. All sensing showed that he really was not hurt anywhere, but he had quite a fright.
Mike and I both feel so bad. I know I should have closed the gate. But not only did I not close the gate, but I told him to go get Mike. I should have taken him down myself. Mike wishes he would have come up for Joshua before unpacking his things. Shoulda woulda coulda….he fell. Thank goodness it wasn’t worse…
