In this case, Amanda's first fall. Off the bed. (Ok, grandma and grandpa, don't panic as you read this from Japan, your grand daughter is fine, fiercer than ever!).
As careful (or un-careful) as we try to be as parents, accidents do happen. Or so we try to console ourselves.
So it was bedtime last night, and after putting her to bed, we were all in the living room when we heard that awful thud. It didn't take me more than half a second to realize what had happened. Wayne fell off the bed three times when he was younger, so that thud sound - we are familiar. My heart stopped beating for a second, and I dashed into the room, with Wayne and the husband following quickly behind me. There Amanda was on the floor, hands stretched out in front of her, left cheek on the floor. She had tried to crawl down, judging from that position. I quickly scooped her up and she burst into tears for a mere 5 seconds, before I brought her out into the living room. After a minute or so, she was her usual grinny self *phew*.
Damage?
A bruise on her left cheek.. and mommy and daddy's two awfully awfully awfully aching hearts.
A girl's fall is really much harder to bear than a boy's.
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