Holy Crap - Momma Has A Heart Attack

A few weeks back Matt left town for a shoot. Dylan and I were having a quiet Sunday morning at home. I was doing something on my computer in the kitchen and she was playing with our giant yoga ball. Somehow she's gotten the yoga ball out the back door and I look up to see her little feet going up and over the yoga ball, heading down 7 huge concrete steps. I was like 'Holy S*%t!' and made a run for the back door just in time to see her land face and chest first on the middle step and do a roll over the next couple landing on her back at the bottom. I was in a total panic as I didn't know if I could move her, or what to do. Dylan looked at me, put her arms up, and started crying - not a hurt cry, more of a scared cry. I hugged her and carried her inside, gave her chew chew (her pacifier), as that is what she wanted. I got her to move around a little to make sure she didn't break anything. After calming her down I got on the phone with our 24 hour nurse and explained what happened. She asked several questions and then asked 'what is she doing right now' and I was like 'well, actually she's jumping on the couch', the nurse was like 'I think she's going to be okay but you will have to wake her every 2 hours and watch for these signs....'. I got off the phone and balled, I was soooo frightened and of course, felt like a horrible Mom. Dylan, who was perfectly fine, took on look at me crying and gave me a hug and said 'Momma okay?' - that's just the kind of girl she is. We took it easy for the rest of the day. That night was a little rough as like I said Matt was out of town and I had to keep waking her up every few hours. When I'd close my eyes to go back to sleep I'd have the image of her little feet rolling over the yoga ball all over again and feel sick to my stomach. Thank God these little people are made of rubber because if I took the same fall I'd be in the hospital for a week! The whole thing still sends chills down my spine.