Right off the bed. Right on the top of his head. And he was literally less than 5 inches away.
I know it usually happens to us all at some point, they fall somewhere, but the fact that I was RIGHT there and it happened anyway, I'm pissed at myself.
DD was chasing the dog like she does everyday, and DS had rolled over onto his stomach and was giggling at them running back and forth. Before I knew it, the dog AND DD jumped onto the corner of the bed, and DS just happened to be trying to roll back onto his back at the same time, and he rolled like three times before sliding right off the bed head first onto the floor.
It was like one of those slow motion things, and although I tried to catch him, my hands just weren't fast enough. I took him to the pedi because his nose bled a tiny bit, and it seemed like he didn't want to move his head, and she said he's fine. But I still feel like garbage. Poor little guy.