Adrianna and the mean ol’ stairs
As I was getting our house ready to welcome company today, I forgot that we had removed the barrier we had at the bottom of the stairs that prevented Adrianna from climbing up them. The barrier had been a bass guitar case that was none too pretty, so Greg had regelated it to a new position in the basement. I went into the next room for what I thought was only a moment to get Adrianna a bottle, when I heard a THUMP, THUMP.
Immediately, I realized my error and ran back into the living room. There was my sweet Miss Banana sprawled on her back at the foot of the stairs. She started crying, hard. I felt horrible! I had neglected my poor baby, even though it was only for an instant, and she fell down the stairs. I don’t know how many she fell down, but I had heard two distinct thumps. Thankfully our staircase has a landing halfway up where you have to then turn 90 degrees to walk up the remaining half, so it wasn’t like she had fallen down a whole flight of stairs. Nonetheless, my poor baby was inconsolable for a few minutes as I held her close and rocked her and tried to soothe her. When I gave her the bottle, she was quieted. I couldn’t stop holding her though. I just had to hold her close to me as I realized the danger I had put her in by my carelessness. So she and I sat on the couch together for quite a long time. Me holding her while she sucked her formula down. After the bottle was gone, she was back to her normal, cheery self. She even tried climbing the stairs again several times this evening, so it must not have been too traumatic for her.
Of all the rotten luck. I climb those stairs with her (well, following her so I can catch her in case of a fall) all the time, and not once has she fallen. The one time I am not available, she takes a tumble. I hope she doesn’t have the Yergler clumsiness and freak accident curse. If she does, I am sorry that your mommy passed that on…