We were coming out of the GP's surgery yesterday evening. It was dark. I had DS1 (3yrs) walking holding my hand, and I scooped up DS2 (17months) and put him on my hip.
We'd only taken a few steps on the pavement. I can't remember exactly what happened, but I felt my legs "tangle" with DS1, he seemed to go first, then I went full length with DS2.
This is is bit I feel so guilty about, DS2 hit his head on the pavement (the top right side near the back) but my head also hit the front of his, before my head then also hit the pavement.
Thankfully a passer by ran in the surgery and asked for help (we live in one of those commuter towns where no one even looks at each other as they pass on the pavement, never mind helps out)
In the meantime we're all there crying in shock, and I just kept saying "my babys!" I tried to ring DH (who was on his way home from work) when he answered his phone I cried even more, just the relief of hearing his voice. Trouble ws, he couldn't understand a word I was saying!
They took us in the surgery, and we all got checked out by the loveliest G.P. Who wrote a letter to the A&E, explaining what had happened and how he was referring us up there.
DS1 was fine except a scraped knee. DS2 wouldn't stop screaming, but was alert and after being checked out by the G.P was given the all clear for the moment.
I have a big black eye, and I've found out a possible fracture just to the side of my eye, but being pregnant, they don't want to Xray unless absolute.
By the time we got to the hospital DS2 had eaten a bag of mini cheddars and had a fruit shoot (after smashing his head on the pavement, what harm can a fruit shoot do?!) He was looked at by a Dr and he wasn't concerened.
I was still in tears over falling on my bump, and not feeling baby3 move (he's due in 2.5 weeks) We were then sent up to the other hospital with the maternity unit, where I waited from 8.15, until 9.50 to be seen. By this time Baby3 had decided to move about loads, and was very active. After doing one of those CTG trace things for 20 mins I was allowed home. Thank god. We finally got in at 11.00pm! Poor DH had left at 7.15 that morning!
This morning I have a lovely black eye, a bruise knee and a lump and bruise on my wrist.
I feel so guilty! I keep going over everything. It was only 15 yards between the Dr.s car park and the surgery, if only I'd taken DS2 in the buggy, but it didn't seem worth the hassel for such a short distance.
I'm sorry this is so long, I don't expect any replies, I just wanted to write it all down. I feel a bit better already.