All the way down.
These stairs…the ones I was so worried about last week when I called them my enemy.
13 stairs, and I heard her hit each one. We don’t know how it happened that the gate was not closed. We will never know if we just forgot or if one of us had to run downstairs for something or if one of our other two children opened it. It does not matter at this point.
We were picking up our rooms and the play area and were alternating playing with Violet. At some point Ross went into our bedroom and I was picking up play food with Sophia when I heard Violet fall. I heard a few thumps before she cried out and I realized what was happening. I screamed and launched myself at the stairs. I saw her go down the last 4. She was rolling.
I can only thank God that she is only 10 months old and was too scared or confused to reach out, to extend her arms, to change her fall. Her simply rolling down probably saved her from major injury. Her little body uncurled at the bottom of the stairs as I was halfway down. I saw her start to kick her legs and wave her arms and burst out into a full blown scream and I was there a second later, so thankful that she was moving. That she was awake and wailing. The alternative is almost incomprehensible.
I scooped her up and cradled her as my body began to shake and tears rolled down my cheeks. What-if’s ran through my head. I waited for her to calm down as I realized that she was grabbing me, holding my neck and face and kicking. I ran my hands over her head and felt no bumps. None whatsoever. She was okay. I replaced the what-ifs with a litany of thank yous to God and to the universe in general. I know things could have turned out differently.
We are so lucky.
Our baby girl is okay.
I am a complete and total mess but I am not the important one here.
Violet stopped crying and stuck her head into my shirt. She’s not subtle about the boob. I sat down with her (I was still crying) and she looked up at me and smiled. I did not want to let her go, but like I said, she is okay. When she was full, she squirmed out of my arms and crawled directly towards the now closed gate and pulled herself up, gurgling and smiling at my foe.
My heart skipped a beat. The stairs remain my enemy and my daughter’s great delight.
Let’s just say I may have issues ever letting her out of my sight again. Stairs, cars…boys…I never want her hurt. And we came way too close.