When the girls were still young, we moved into our newly built two storey house. There were twelve steep steps that led up to the top floor, so we decided to lay carpet at the foot of the staircase in case any of them (or me) took a tumble on our way down. My husband and I were very conscious of them using the stairs, constantly admonishing them to be careful. When Louise was 2 going on 3, she was quite proficient at climbing, both up and down, but one particular day she somehow missed a step halfway down and somersaulted to the bottom. It was certainly a quick way to descend! She landed on the carpeted area, but unfortunately rolled on to the tiles, banging her head quite hard. We heard the thump of her falling followed by the crack of her head on the tiles, then for a dreadful moment there was silence. Moments later the wailing began.
A large egg was forming on her head and we decided to take no chances, rushing to the emergency department at a nearby hospital. There they checked her thoroughly, including X-rays, and finally she was given the all clear. I thought the bump was going to last forever but gradually it subsided without a mark. There may have been no mark on her head, but our minds were certainly scarred.
From that day forth, and for a very long time, we were on “high stair alert” and would take extra care. I can never hear Humpty Dumpty recited without thinking of our little girl tumbling down our stairs!
how to fall down the stairs with style… step 1, step 2, step 4, step 7…
This story has been adapted from the book Mum’s the Word by Lis Norman & Tracey Samios – anecdotes from two lifelong friends on raising their kids.