Ethan fell down the stairs from the top landing. We were going up to change his diaper, and he flipped out at the top because he thought he was going to bed and slipped out of my hands and went tumbling down the stairs. I chased after his rolling body screaming his name. I wanted so badly to catch him before he hit the gate but I couldn't. He hit the gate with his head and butt and crashed through it and rolled into the living room. The entire fall he was silent, but when he stopped rolling he started SCREAMING. I was almost scared to pick him up in case something was broken but he started trying to get up so I snatched him up and just held him while he cried.
I laid him down on the bed to check him out and see if there was anything immediately that would indicate we needed to go to the hospital but there was nothing. He just wanted to be held and he stopped crying within a few minutes. A few minutes later he asked for medicine so I know he's going to be sore. I was so terrified I can't even explain it. Just thinking about it fills my eyes with tears thinking about what could have happened and how lucky he was that he is perfectly fine. He also had no clue why I kept checking him out and hovering around him, I think he just wanted me to go away after a while, lol.
