On Tuesday, ds2 (2.8) was running about upstairs with ds1 and dd and fell down a short flight of 4 steps. Ds1 came running down to tell me he'd fallen. Dh and I are both sure that we heard him crying. I went up the stairs, reminding ds1 not to to play on/near the stairs, and when I got to the top found ds2 lying on all fours. I dragged him onto my lap, but he was a complete dead weight and I sat him up he just flopped backwards, staring up, face white, lips blue and he wasn't breathing. I gave him a couple of wallops on the back and he started to cry and the colour came right back. Ten minutes later he was running around, laughing.
But I keep seeing him in my mind's eye, floppy, white, blue lips not breathing. I'm terrified. So many 'what ifs': what if I hadn't heard him fall? hadn't gone straight to him? I'm so aware of how fragile that link is between alive and not. I can't get it out of my head, even though he really is absolutely fine. I just want to cry! I'm hoping sharing this with you guys is going to help, because right now I've lost all perspective. The more I think about it the worse I feel!