BrownLea12
Learning
So I was carrying my 2 year old down the steps on Friday, went to step into the last step and it wasn’t there. Somehow that protective instinct managed to kick in and I was able to twist him away from taking the brunt of the fall. It’s about that time I heard the “pop” of my ankle. Now I am laid up with a broken ankle, a 2 yo and a 5 yo, and a pair of crutches. The rest of my body just hurts from the fall (as the adrenaline wears off, you remember your whole body hit the floor!). And I am out of control and have to depend on my husband to help with getting things done. I am not taking this well.