Klutzy Mom Falls Down Stairs and Sprains Ankle

I had such big plans for my week off of work…go to some fun places with Will, grocery shop, clean house, move Will into his new bedroom, convert baby room back into nursery, get baby’s things out and organized, lots of errands, take down Christmas decorations, etc …so, my first day after the holiday rush, Tuesday, I’m coming down the stairs carrying Will playing airplanes about to head off to the library, when BOOM SCRAAAAAAAAAAAPE, BOOM boom boom – OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

Yes, I’m a klutz and fell down the stairs. In the process of trying to break Will’s fall and not land on my belly, my lower leg and water retaining ankle twisted in some crazy ways. I laid at the bottom of the stairs yelling in pain but trying to not yell too loud and in between yells, letting Will know that mommy’s ok, I just hurt my foot. Will and baby were fine, but I was sure that I broke my ankle by the strange look of the bone and flesh around it and the intense pain. At this moment, I was wondering which would be worse, this pain or labor pain. I waited for it to subside but it didn’t and I was left staring at the ceiling and realizing that our water leak we thought we had is a definite have and is ruining our professional paint job above the door…ok back to the pain. I couldn’t walk so I crawled to the next room to find my phone to call Jeff. Jeff came home from work 40 minutes later to bring us to the hospital for Xrays. All I could think about is how am I going to push a baby out with a cast in stirrups? Then, how am I going to care for a 2 yr old and new born with a cast on? I knew it could be done, but not as fun as it would have been. Thank goodness the xrays came back ok and it is just sprained. But, you can imagine how ridiculous I look at work with one shoe on and one shoe off, a pregnant waddle mixed with a limp “waddalimp.”
Jeff thought it necessary to capture the moment on camera. We spared any gross pictures of the ankle. This is on our way out the door to the hospital:


Oh and a few days later, I came across a HUGE scrape on our banister…as I yelled out to question Jeff, I realized that’s just about where we fell and that the SCRAAAAAAAPE noise during the fall was either Will’s or my airplane etching a nice memory in the banister.
Needless to say, I didn’t get anything done last week, but my awesome husband never stopped going and took care of Will, cleaned the house, cooked meals, grocery shopped, and anything else he could do to alleviate the pain. Thanks Jeff!