I'm feeling really shocked today, so thought by telling you all it might make me feel better.
Right here goes:
Ds has been ill with cold which has gone onto his chest. Went to drs yesterday and was given antibiotics. Came home and locked keys in the car.
I had ds, his bag full of crap, our coats and and a big soft toy rabbit in my hands.
So I decided that rather wait for my dp to come home from work, I'd walk up to my sister (who lives 2 mins away) for a spare key. Couldn't get pushchair as was locked in the car, and couldn't go round the back of the house as the side gate is bolted.
Started to walk and had probably managed to walk as far as 3 houses up the road when I stumbled, I managed to right my self but not quite, and I felt myself falling forward. I ended up stumbling forward and then off of the curb, I tried to break ds fall, but as I hit the ground he 'bounced' out of my arms and into the road. Luckily no cars were coming but he landed on his head.
For a few milliseconds I thought he was dead as he was completely silent, but he was doing that silent cry thing he does when he's really hurt.
A neighbour saw me fall and helped me up and walked me back home. By which point ds is screaming, bleeding from the bump on his head, the backs of my hands and my knees are all bleeding too(looked far worse than it actually was). By then dp had got home from work and went mad when I managed to tell him what happened.
Kept saying, why hadn't I just waited at the house, why didn't I pick up my phone from the car ect etc. By now I'm having full blown panic attack and can't breath.
We went straight to A&E and the nurse saw us straightaway and gave ds calpol to help calm him down, they gave him some more after 15mins, as he's still screaming. Then the nurse came and took me away to their staffroom and made me a cup of tea. To try and calm me down as I was still having panic attack and couldn't breath or speak.
Then the dr saw ds, and examined him and said it's a good sign he was crying and hadn't been sick ect etc. After observing him they let us come home.
I know it was my fault but dp is now being funny with me and blaming me. It wasn't until this morning he asked me how my hands and knees were, and then just said he's got no sympathy for me.
So I've spent this morning worrying about ds and making sure he's got no other concussions symptons, playing it all over in my head and generally feeling weepy and crappy. 