James had a fall.

Yesterday was a fun day. Daddy got home at 6 pm and I didn't have a nap at all that day, even though I needed one. James had a short nap that day, while I brought William his lunch. So later that night I babysit and all is going well. Texas and Marilyn are preet good kids. Time goes by with playing with them and James. I vacuumed and tried to do some dishes for them. Marilyn was pushing him that night. James, Texas, and Marilyn were one the top of the stairs and Marilyn was sitting. All I see is James falling! And I was in shock. I felt like I could have moved faster to save him from it. It was like I was frozen and just watched. I picked him up and he cried for like 3 minutes. And I think it startled him more. I'm just happy he didn't get hurt badly. As I lay in bed I thought of that fall. I thought of how bad it could have been. He could have paralyzed. Or died. I'm just so thankful my son is okay. So lucky! Thank God for that. Has that happened to any of you before ?