A little background info...Miguel and I live in Uptown Dallas in a 3 story traditional brownstone. We love our neighborhood and our home, but since having Miguelito the stairs have been a constant fear of mine. We have a gate at the top of the staircase from the 2nd to 3rd floor, and there is a gate at the top of the stairs from the 1st to 2nd floor as well. The gate from the 1st to 2nd floor is problematic. It was an incredible challenge to find a gate to fit the opening due to the hardwood floors, size of the opening, baseboards/shoe molding, banister height, and add in a few other issues like my expanding pregnant belly, carrying Miguelito and groceries up the stairs, and you can see the challenge in keeping that particular staircase gated at all times.

Well, today, I suppose the inevitable happened. Miguelito fell down the stairs. I did not see him fall, but the sound of him falling and the scream he let out was pure horror. We had friends over for a play date and I had gone into the kitchen to make lunch. Everyone followed, and for some reason Miguel decided to go to the top of the stairs and down he went. I feel incredibly blessed that he was not seriously injured...he only has a small red bump on his forehead hear his hairline, and very thankful it was not a child of one of my friends.

It was the single most horrendous thing I have experienced as a mother yet, and I know there will be more accidents, bumps, bruises, and blood, but can they please happen on Daddy's watch?