Saturday night my husband and I went to a local mall for some errands (snowpants for our six month old girl, black pants for me, etc.) and it turned into a really fun little outing. I had my girl in my front baby carrier facing outward, and she was loving flirting with everyone who passed by.
While in one store, we were shopping for a pair of pants for me, and one in a crunch of clueless teenagers backed up and put his foot right in front of me. Split second, I was falling, terrified of landing on my girl, and all I could think was to try to twist my body under her. I landed, she screamed, and my husband rushed over to grab her out of the carrier and make sure she was okay.
I was in shock, and crying, and my girl's dollopy tears were gushing. I remember accusing one of the teens of tripping me (I still feel bad about that, even though he really did) and I started crying myself.
She is just fine- no bump, no bruises, nothing. Thank God. I have a huge bruise on my knee and my shoulder aches. I succeeded in rolling.
Of course I still turn this over in my mind, playing it out again and again, wondering how I could have prevented it. And the details are growing fuzzy-- I don't remember what actually happened versus my impression of it anymore. The terror, the adrenaline. Such a simple and common situation, and yet so incredibly dangerous. I don't even want to know what could have happened if I hadn't turned my body.
I don't know why we have to be reminded of how fleeting our joy can be, but I am very grateful for good luck and thick skulls.
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