Jenson rolled off the couch. I'm not going to say whether or not she might have barely bumped her head a tiny tiny bit on the coffee table. And I know I shouldn't admit that The Bachelor was on when the horrible thing happened.
I was changing the angel's diaper when I turned around to grab some wipes. The next thing I know, she was on the ground screaming her head off. I cannot even describe the panic and guilt that washed over me immediately. I quickly picked her up and handed her to Ben, who was watching in horror from across the room. Jenson cried for about 2 minutes, while I cried for the rest of the night. I cried when I nursed her, I cried when we put her to bed, I cried when I went to bed. Dramatic, much?
She seemed no worse for the wear - not even a bump or scratch. But I just had to get it off of my chest.
Sorry, Baby Girl.
Here's your dad; he's a better parent.