Slipped in mud and took a fall yesterday as I walked briskly back to my parent's house from the park with the baby after the severe weather sirens went off. I managed to toss her relatively lightly onto the muddy grass next to me, but I was laid out on the mud-slicked sidewalk, and of course she was upset and muddy though unhurt.
Brian had been bringing the car the two blocks from the park and I was walking. We were mock-racing; he was going about 1 mph in the street to my right while I was making racing noises at Rosie and joking about beating him there; we were having fun. Just before I hit the mud, my arms had gotten tired and I had shifted Rosie into a "superman" sort of position at the level of my waist, off to the right side. I was looking at her and Brian, not the sidewalk, when both feet started to slip. There are these long skid marks in the mud so you can see I tried to keep to my feet as long as possible while lowering the baby, and I can't say I "decided" to toss her onto the grass: when something happens that fast it's pure instinct. But she landed almost 2 feet to the right of me, so I clearly didn't just drop her, and I remember the feeling of tossing her a little once we got low to the ground.
It's clearly to her benefit that she was already horizontal, with her arms out in front of her. Her chin and lower cheeks got a little muddy, but her forehead did not hit the ground. Neither did mine, to come to that. I managed to come down mostly on my right side, with my right arm flung forward and my left hand catching much of the brunt of the fall under my stomach. It was not unlike how you take a fall in dance or martial arts (if it's not possible to roll); if my head hit anything, it was my right arm. Again, instinct (built on some training).
Neighbors who were out in the yard and someone else who'd been driving by came over with Brian to see if we were ok. He handed the baby to one of them to hold while he helped me up. The big toe on my left foot hurt badly enough that I iced it on and off before and after dinner, and I'm still limping, but no major injuries, just stiff all over, especially my neck and right shoulder. Rosie was crying for a little while but after we cleaned her up and changed her clothes she nursed and got cuddles and was back to her regular happy self, completely active with no sign of being hurt.
Lucky for me, I was wearing a long-sleeved knit shirt that covered my elbows, and short pants that just covered my knees. They were caked with mud all down my side but the only scrape I suffered was a scuff on the palm of my left hand (plus a small red dot on the end of the toe that got jammed - I was wearing sandals). The mud that took me down also cushioned my fall a touch.
I was up now just to pump some milk - Rosie's learning to self-settle and sleep through the night in her new crib, which is giving me the opportunity to stock some milk so Brian and I can go out to celebrate our anniversary later this week (it was May 22- he was away at a conference at the time). I'm going back to bed now, but I thought I would write this out while I was pumping.
I can tell I'm really going to be feeling this for the next couple of days; I'm just glad Rosie's fine. And it was a stiff reminder to maintain care and watchfulness even while playing games.