But a week or so ago now, actually the evening of the bunny incident was when it happened. I'd gotten home from work and had Franklin in the house with me while Eleanor was patrolling the yard for bunnies. I was on the line looking up something or other when the doorbell rings, it was my MIL, she'd popped over to give us some home-grown plums. She was all dressed up and headed out to an event so she didn't want any dog drool on her. Completely understandable with nice clothes and all, but uh, that's what our dogs do :) So, I wanted to get Franklin outside into the yard as quickly as possible so he wouldn't get her messy. I was so focused on getting him away from her that I'm really not sure how it all happened - but I was at the back door, Franklin was standing next to me, my hand was on the door knob, and suddenly I'm falling.
There was a lot going on with the fall, because when I hit the ground, I was facing into the dining room looking directly at Carol. I'd spun around somehow! Franklin was standing off to the side looking at me like, uh what are you doing? I got myself up off the ground, cursing the whole time because I hurt. I went ahead and let Franklin out because that's what I was trying to do in the first place and when I came back in, Carol came into the kitchen to see if I was okay. I just started bawling....everything hurt, I just fell while I was pregnant so I was scared, it hurt to move my fingers and arms and knee, I was just all sorts of shook up. She got me some ice out of the freezer and set me up on the couch and tried to reassure me that I was going to be okay, but that she had to get to her event. What was probably going to be a really quick pop over in her mind turned into this big ordeal! I was trying hard to stop sobbing and pull it together while she was there. Even though I cry at the drop of a hat these pregnant days, I still prefer people don't see it happen. I held it together long enough to tell her I'd be okay and to have a good event, no problem.
Lance was driving to his Dad's house in Moline and we'd talked earlier but his cell phone had died. So as I was saying goodbye to Carol, I kept thinking I can't even call Lance, his phone is dead and he won't be at his Dad's house for hours. That upset me even more. But the ironic thing is, as Carol was leaving I could hear my cell phone ringing with Lance's ring. So I went to get my phone and call him back - here he had stopped at a rest center to plug in his phone and check on me!! How weird is that?? He just wanted to see how I was doing and to let me know where he was at on the road. I started crying all over again, telling him what hurt and what had happened and that I was scared and wasn't sure what to do. Luckily he was less than an hour away so he just turned right around and came back home.
He checked over all my owies right away and called my OB. They asked a bunch of questions and then reassured us that the baby is very protected and was more than likely fine. I just had to watch and see if I had any contractions or bleeding. Neither of which I had, so whew!
My owies:
jammed left middle finger (turned totally blue)
bruised left side of left hand and pinkie (I think it must have whacked the counter)
bruised left shoulder
bruised left knee (huge, massive bruise, with much color and much swelling)
bruised right shoulder with the added bonus of not being able to move my shoulder
**when I bruise, I bruise big and colorful
I had to go see my chiro for an adjustment because my right shoulder was bothering me so much - it hurt to lift my arm or move my arm, shooting pain in my shoulder. Now, most of my owies have subsided. I only have a little shoulder pain left and the left knee is still swollen but I feel much better. Those first several days I was in so much pain, it was like a car accident where everything hurts.
Luckily we also had an OB appointment a few days after the fall, and it was another ultrasound one so we were able to see baby girl in there moving around and showing us she really was okay. That made me feel alot better. OB told me too that it is very common for women to fall while they're pg because their center of balance is whack. That I just need to be careful about watching where I step and keeping a check on my balance.
So I see 2 lessons here to be learned. If you don't want drooly dogs getting you messy, better call first so I know to not have them in the house when you come. And two, I need to pay better attention to what I'm doing so I don't fall!
Now I'm über paranoid about falling though, so I'm like taking baby steps everywhere and watching every crack in the sidewalk. Falling hurts and I don't want to do it again.
