On my way to yoga, with a diaper bag, a yoga mat, an extra blanket all slung over my shoulder and a baby in my arms...well, I tripped and fell. Boom. Ankle turned and I went down. I was most worried about Little Man, but I held him tight and he didn't hit the ground at all. Can't say the same about my left hand and knee.
Instinct is strong. The last thing I wanted was for my little bug to fall. After I stood back up, he cried and cried. It must have scared the crap out of him. It certainly scared me.