Scary stuff!

I took a spill today. It hadn't been too dramatic if it wasn't for the fact that I was holding a child in my arms. Seriously, I tripped on the edge of a sandbox in our kindergarten playground, and fell forward onto the asphalt - while holding a one-year-old kid in my arms! The result could've been so bad that it makes my stomach churn just by thinking about it. Luckily instinct and reflexes took over. When I tripped I carried the kid on my hip, with one arm only. By the time I was on my knees, I had one arm under his head and the other under his back, and he never touched the ground at all. My knees and elbows took the fall, but I don't mind the bruises. I've no idea how I managed to save him from hitting the ground, because I never had the time to think about what to do.
He looked shocked at first, and then he laughed nervously and said "Again!"
I said shakily "No, I think we better go sit down." And for once, he didn't argue...

My job scares me a lot sometimes.