I was walking with my youngest son (two years old) from my T's office to the car. It was cold and windy and he asked me to carry him. I picked him up and took two steps, twisted my ankle in a little hole that was partially filled in with blacktop, and we both went down. As we were falling, I was able to hold him to my body, but I couldn't turn fast enough to save his face from hitting the ground. He ended up with a nasty red bruise on his cheek and I am expecting that it will be black and blue in the morning. I have minor pain in my ankle, a bit of brusing and am getting a little sore in my back.

I keep having a flashback and wishing I could have twisted faster so that he would have landed on my chest instead of the street.