I learned quite a bit about babies when I was in the Peace Corps. There are a lot of babies in Gabon, so just by observation one takes in quite a bit. One of the main things I noticed is that babies are quite sturdy. I often saw baby arms used as handles to hoist kids from ground to hip or back. Kids often crawled and toddled around in relatively unsupervised conditions (there were always adults around, but only so many for all the kids), and they would fall over, run into each other, squabble, etc. and come out of most of it just fine.
I don't mean to be cavalier, but I'm glad to know that babies are physically more resilient than many people think.
What I'm getting around to saying is that it was not Madeleine's day. Before we even got out the door for a morning walk, she caught the corner of the office trash can in the eyebrow when Riley knocked it over, an encounter that left her with a minor cut. Then, in the lot where I park my car, she sustained an abrasion on her elbow as I did an inept job of taking the baby backpack off my back, losing my balance and causing the whole thing to tip sideways.
The crowning glory, though, was this evening. I'm ashamed to admit that she rolled off the changing table. Just like you always hear, I turned my back for a quick second and THUD! My heart sank. Foolish, foolish me. The good news is that she was more easily consoled than her brother, who saw the whole thing happen and was completely flipped out. I'm watching Maddie for signs of an injury to her head, but she seems to be OK. She definitely did not lose consciousness, and other than being startled, she was fine: alert, looking around, talking, etc. I just went in and checked on her as she slept and she looks as peaceful as can be.
I had planned to start changing them into their PJs on the floor--not sure why I decided against it tonight. Sigh. Lesson learned.