Ouch!

So I took Olo with me to the post office and instead of carrying his entire car seat with him in it, I just took him out. He was all bundled up because it was cold and icy out. While returning to the truck with the mail in one arm and baby in the other. I slip. And well it's inevitable, I fall.

It was the strangest feeling because it was like it was in slow motion but not. It's like I could picture the baby hitting his head on the ice and I'm thinking how on earth can I prevent that from happening. So I tried to slow down the fall by trying to fall on my knees and roll. Unfortunately, it didn't happen that way. I still ended up falling forward and unable to catch myself . Baby was in my left arm and good thing he was all bundled in a thick jacket because I think that's what kept him from hitting his head. Thank Heaven! He cried a little because it scared him . . . so did I.

The van parked next to me had a lady in the passenger seat. She opened her door and asked if we were alright. I told her we were fine.

I recover quickly open my door put the mail down. Open the back passenger door. Buckle baby in. And try to collect myself. So while I'm trying to put the baby in this guy comes up and tells me to close my doors (the van parked to my left). I'm thinking, the nerve of him. I just fell with my son in my arms. You have a van which the door slides open, it's not like you need room to open it up. Besides there was enough room even with my doors open. So I slam my doors shut and just glare.

Anyhow, it really did hurt and even though I had jeans on I somehow still scraped my knees. I know it looks like a little scratch but it hurt worse than it looks. All I can say is I'm glad the baby didn't get hurt.

Obviously, falling didn't really affect him. He still figures out a way to push things around and climb up on them.

*Pictures taken Monday, December 20, 2010*