Today, I fell. On my ass. Hard. On the ice in our parking lot. With baby in arms.
In readjusting the grip on my purse, I lost my balance. The irony is that, were it not for having a sleeping baby in my arms, I'd've recovered a well centred and upright position, or at least broken the fall.
But I hugged her tight and close. In slow motion, I felt dread and panic as to what might befall my precious cargo.
The jostling obviously woke her, and she woke up laughing. I almost think she was laughing at me falling, but maybe it just felt funny.