Alex had his first big fall last week. Most of you who read this blog already know about it, but here's the story...
I attend a women's Bible study at church on Tuesday mornings. The class is on the main floor at the bottom of a flight of stairs. The toddler nursery at church is upstairs, at the top of the same stairs. There's a safety gate on the nursery door, but that didn't stop Alex.
He escaped from nursery and decided to come down the stairs all by himself. It didn't work out so well for him, since (while he knows how to come down correctly) he believes he can just walk right down the stairs.
We don't know exactly what happened. No one saw his fall. All I know is that Alex was crying, and it sounded closer than the nursery. Very soon after that, the nursery worker appeared in the doorway with Alex cradled in her arms. It appears that he went headfirst down the stairs on his belly.
At first, his head looked pretty scary - bloody, banged-up, and it looked like there was blood in his mouth, too. After comforting him, I cleaned him up and nursed him while holding ice to his forehead.
He must have bit his tongue, but I never noticed anything after the initial blood. He had a rugburned nose & forehead, and he also had a quarter-sized bruise on his forehead. We're feeling pretty blessed that this is all that came from a fall down a big flight of stairs!
That night, I bought Alex a shamrock shake as a special treat to make up for his rough day.
He sure enjoyed that! (Mommy enjoyed about half of it...)
Yesterday, Keith came home from work with a gift for Alex - his very own hardhat.
Maybe that will protect our poor kid from all the injuries he's sure to have in the future! ;)