So here I was walking blissfully in the sun-kissed countryside when my pregnant brain failed to notice the temporary plastic lid covering a manhole and ...whoops! I disappeared in front of my husband's eyes. Thankfully he was there to pull me out but the shock was a bit too much for me. In a few minutes blue bruises down my leg, pain on my crotch, where I bashed myself on the way down, and pulled tummy muscles.
Despite no bleeding or contractions, I immediately went into panic mode. The emotional part of the brain took over and started thinking of the worse and ended up in the hospital. I am so hugely grateful to the maternal assessment staff who took me seriously and had me checked and thankfully both me and the "lil' reaper" (very unfortunate choice of nickname I know!) were found to be OK.
So lessons of the day: 1) look where you walk (dah!) 2) babies are super-protected, thanks to mother nature for over-engineering and 3) the hospital staff rock!