We need an elevator...

Last night we were going through our typical bedtime routine. We had just taken Bridger out of the bath and put on his PJs. Scott stayed up in the nursery for some cuddles and I went downstairs to get Bridger's bottle ready. I had just turned on the hot water when I heard a series of small booms. I knew instantly that Scott was falling down the stairs. I ran to the bottom of the staircase in a panic just in time to see Scott there in obvious pain with Bridger wrapped tightly in his arms (against his chest). I grabbed Bridger and saw his sweet little red face. He was crying but not breathing. I blew in his face and tried to comfort him while also trying to find out if Scott (who had gotten the wind knocked out of him and was also not breathing) was okay. Scott rolled to his side to relieve the pain he felt in his back and continued lay on the stairs for a good 5 minutes before being able to get up...and even then, it was VERY slowly. Meanwhile, I started crying right along with Bridger because I was so worried about the two of them.

Scott felt so bad about falling but I couldn't believe how quickly he responded and how well he protected Bridger. I knew exactly what happened because I have fallen the same way before (luckily not with Bridger in hand). The top step has our new carpet on it and it is super soft...with absolutely no traction. If you catch the edge just right, your foot slides right off. When Scott felt himself start to go, he held Bridger close and stiffened his body to break the fall...which resulted in him falling flat on his back...over and over again. (OUCH!)

Luckily, Bridger was very quick to calm and wasn't hurt at all. I'm sure he was just scared of his daddy bouncing down our stairs on his back.

Scott, on the other hand, looked like a 90 year old man and wasn't able to move much. He had a rough night sleeping because he couldn't get comfortable. This morning he seemed to be a little bit better but still very sore. Poor guy. I feel so bad for him.

The pathetic thing is...this is not the first time that one of us has fallen completely down the stairs in our house. About a year ago I fell down the staircase to the basement and gashed open my arm. And, I generally fall down a few stairs on the same staircase that Scott did about once a week because of that darn carpet...which I love...but I know it is bound to cause one of us a trip to the emergency room (pun intended).