I'm always nervous when I'm carrying around Ethan- afraid that I'll trip over a cat or that he'll wiggle and hit his head on something or that I'll fall down the stairs with him. Today I decided to test out one of those fears. We were leaving church, and I was a few steps from the bottom, when my feet went out from under me, and I went down, while holding the baby. Thankfully I fell backwards and I had a good hold on him, so he didn't fall from my arms. And we both missed hitting the wall next to the staircase. He was fine, just freaked out and a little upset. I'm a little sore in the bum area (thankfully I'm well padded there!) and my ankles are going to be pretty stiff in the morning, but overall I'm fine too.
But I feel like I've betrayed Ethan. He trusts me to keep him safe, then I go and fall down stairs with him. God was watching out for us and protecting us today, and we're fine, and that's what's important. But I still feel badly about the whole thing. Hopefully babies have short memories. :)