Just call me the dumbest mom on earth.
Yesterday afternoon was Logans first trip to the E.R. I had just finished eating lunch & Logan was playing on the keyboard. He looked pretty busy & I thought I could leave him there while I made a quick stop into the bathroom. I don't know why I even thought I could do this.

The next thing I know as I'm coming back, "thump, thump, thump" followed by him crying & I see him toppling down the last few steps on the stairs. I run down the stairs & pick him up. I run & grab the phone to call Bill. "Come home right now. He just fell down the stairs". After I get off of the phone, he stops crying. I walk into the bathroom & he smiles at himself in the mirror. I take him into the bedroom & lay him down to look him over & poke & prod. He didn't even have a red mark anywhere on his body. No bumps, no bruises, no broken bones. Bill calls back. "You should call the insurance company & see if we can get triaged somewhere closer". "Actually, I think he's fine. He's smiling & he's not sore anywhere. He's even talking". I say quite surprised.

Bill comes home anyway. We sit on the couch while we talk about what to do. All the while Logan is smiling at Buddha & standing up on Bill's lap. "I think he's fine", Bill says. After much thought & paranoia, I convince him that we still need to go get him checked out.

We get to the after hours clinic & check in. As I'm explaining to the receptionist what happened I start to cry. "He's your first?" she asks. I nod with tears streaming down my face. "I have four boys. One of them fell off of a trampoline & broke his collar bone. He'll be ok". "Yeah, but it was so stupid. I knew better". I cry again. "Hey, live & learn". She smiles & hands back Logans insurance card.

After a short wait we're escorted back into an exam room. The whole time Logan is wiggling & trying to squirm his way off of the table. He checked out fine. I was worried about some kind of head injury, maybe a concussion. The Doctor on call said that they rarely see kids get as hurt as we think they would from falling down stairs. Her theory is that they weight a lot less. Sounded strange to me, but whatever. At least he was ok.

So, not one of my finer moments. Now I have a "dumbest mom ever" moment that I will never forget & feel pretty guilty about for a little while. I hoped I would get over it as fast as Logan did. He stopped crying after 30 seconds. I'm still crying the day after.

No baby gate because thanks to the lovely wood carving, it won't fit. We're going to make a ghetto-fab one out of plywood & fabric today.