But she is fine -- Thank God.

Here's the story:

Keisha and I took the kids to the beach yesterday. Liv was hungry and started fussing and then crying as we got there, so I took her out of her car seat and nursed her as we were walking down to the beach. I was wearing flip flops and there is a steep concrete ramp to get down to the sand. It was covered with sand and I slipped going down. As I was falling Liv fell out of my arms (about 1-1.5 feet) and landed on her left side, mostly her left forearm and her head! She immediately started crying and I put her up to my breast again to calm her and she latched on.

I called 911 from my cell phone but they told me I was out of their area and to go through the operator. I was so hysterical I argued with her begging her to help me or to transfer me to the right place but she couldn't. I hung up and ran to Seaside Johnnie's and had them call 911 from their land line.

They also got the lifeguards and the emt's stationed at the beach to come help me until the ambulance arrived. The police also came. I was hysterical. Keisha went and told my friends at the beach who we were meeting and Aviva came up and helped me out so much. She really comforted me and got me to calm down as much as I could. I kept thinking of all the kids I took care of in Peds ICU with head trauma and she knew it and told me not to let my mind go there. She hugged me a lot and really really helped me. I don't think I would have been ok without her, really. I felt horrible and I couldn't believe she slipped out of my arms when I slipped. I kept saying I should have held her harder or something. I knew it was an accident, and accidents happen but I was really beating myself up about it.

The boys were great too, they were so worried about their sister, Jack started jumping up and down, screaming and crying when it happened. Thank goodness Keisha was there to calm them and stay with them when I left to go to the hospital.

While we were waiting for the ambulance the officer asked me to stop breast feeding but I refused saying it was best for the baby -- to calm her down and comfort her. Her doctor said this morning that they were probably uncomfortable watching me nurse her because I wasn't all that concerned with modesty at that point. The officer was ok with it when I told him I was an RN. He was great too. They all were great, they were just as concerned about me as the baby and got me ice water to drink.

I nursed her all the way to the hospital and she calmed down and was fine. We got to the ER and the doctor there checked her out. She had a bump and a scratch on the side of her head and on her forearm. He said she was fine and consulted with her pediatrician. They decided not to give her a CAT scan so they didn't unnecessarily expose her to radiation, I was fine with that.

I called and talked to Brian and the boys from the ER. The kids were so concerned, they really really love their sister. Jack said that we shouldn't take the baby to the beach anymore and Tor said, "I was really worried Mama." How sweet for a 2.5 year old.

They came and got me after about 2 hours of observation. I woke her up every 2 hours just to check on her all night and she was great. She has literally been attached to me since it happened. She doesn't want a bottle, only me and every time I put her down she fusses. God I love this baby.

I took her to her pediatrician, who I love, this am and she checked her out. You can't see a scratch or a bump on her head anymore but her forearm is still a little scratched up. Boy were we lucky, we are so very blessed.

I love my family so much and when things like this happen I appreciate them even more!