Mis-step

D was playing on the stairs and was blocking my path as I came down the staircase with A in my arms. I asked him to move once, twice but when he didnt, I decided to step over him. And just when I did that, I lost my footing and slipped two steps and fell with my lower back hitting the edge of the step. I screamed in pain but I was more concerned of A who fell with me but luckily nothing happened to her as she still lay cradled in my arms. But hearing me scream, she started yelling. Hubby dear came running and D scooted feeling hugely guilty. The pain was excruciating and for a few minutes I couldn't move. A zillion thoughts raced through my mind...a torn muscle, a fracture of the tail bone, a broken hip.

I lay astride on the floor while Hubby dear tried to examine the spot on my back. It was red and soar but to my relief, I could move my leg. No fracture, thank god!

I got up with a lot of help from Hubby dear and limped through the foyer to the the couch. Hubby dear placed me gently on the sofa, lifted my leg up and cushioned me all around. He suggested I take some pain killers to take me through the night and we both decided that if the pain persisted the next morning, we head straight to the ER.

It was a very uncomfortable night with me just able to sleep on one side and feeling painfully sore. But come morning, the pain had subsided quite a bit. Although I was limited with my movements and still needed some help to move around, I was feeling much better than the previous night and decided to wait it out.

Today is the second day and I feel much better although I haven't been able to move around as comfortably or normally as I would. I am heavily medicated but its getting better. My back has a big, ugly scar which feels soar when touched. But I am so relieved and thankful that it is just what is it and not anything serious. I cant imaging breaking a bone or fracturing my hip now.

The only thing that bothers me is that I cannot play with the little ones, pick or carry them. D understands the situation but A, poor thing...she doesn't and makes a huge fuss when I can't pick her up.

And I can only hope that a few more days and I will be as good as new. Until then, D and A will have to hold out and I am certain they will be fine.