fightingthecage | This could have been the worst day of my life

And I'm not even joking. Luckily, it is not. But I'm still posting becaue the thoughts of 'Oh my God, what if...' won't leave me alone.

Basically, Evie fell off her changing table this morning. And she's fine! Perfectly fine. But in that spilt-second between her planting her feet and shoving herself backwards, to the scream that followed...I honestly don't think I've ever been as scared in my life.

The table is about four feet high. She hit her nappy bin on the way down which I guess is a good thing, as it broke the fall. She was a twisted little heap on the floor (I feel sick remembering it) but seems to have come through with nothing more than a red mark on her forehead. I tried to take her to the doctor seeing as she did hit her head but the surgery was closed for the bank holiday - because she seems so utterly normal, I think it's alright not to take her to A&E. A couple of minutes of screaming after it happened and then she was back to normal again. Appetite's fine, not overly sleepy, no prolonged crying. So she's OK. Fine fine fine.

But fucking hell, what if she'd broken her neck or knocked herself out or broken an arm/leg/skull/whatever? What if she'd died? I can't stop thinking about it. She's having a nap now and I can't stop watching her to make sure she's still breathing.

Having a kid is scary, yo.