We stumbled over a hole today. Me and BB. When I mean stumble, I mean smash our knees (mine), whack our head (BB’s- they were in the baby carrier) and rip our toe nail off (mine).
And we both cried. And cried. And cried.
We cried when we got back to my mums, as we were just round the corner. We cried when on the phone to 111 and then BB cried whilst I comforted and cried inside whilst we sat through 2.5 hours in the childrens hospital.
BB is fine, thank god.
It could’ve been a whole lot worse, we’re both really lucky. Normally at this point, coming up to 6:30pm after the scare we’d had, I’d be pouring probably my second glass of wine.
My mum even said when she popped over at BBs bath time, you deserve a glass of wine tonight to “help you relax”. I muttered something about sticking to hot chocolate as she checked out my stomach for any tell tale roundings (it’s always round so we will see what she makes of the bloat).
I’m not even tempted by wine tonight. I still feel sick in my stomach. I have a sore toe, ripped jeans. I’m not letting this stumble hole, drag me down a rabbit hole. So I’m standing by the kettle waiting for it to boil to make my hot chocolate.
Hope you’ve all have had a better day and not tripped in any holes.
Lots of Love
Battered and bruised (and very dramatic) JS x