Based on how much thumping I heard, I think she only fell down four or five stairs. But still. It could have been so much worse. As it was, this morning was thump-thump-howl-momma realizes what's happening and while racing over screams "Kavi!" -- which is, by the way, entirely not helpful and probably just scared her more - thump-thump-howl!
She's fine. Kavi has a little scrape on her chin, and she cried for fifteen minutes straight, and would only be consoled by mommy, but once we rinsed off her chin and put a band-aid on it, gave her a little Tylenol to help with any aches, and took her out on the balcony to look at the pretty flowers (one of her favorite things), she was fine, back to her cheerful, giggly self. We'll keep an eye on her during her naps today, to make sure that she doesn't have any signs of concussion, but I think she's essentially come through this unscathed. We hope.
I'm not sure who left the gate open -- it might have been me, or it might have been Nancy. She'd arrived just before that and had taken Ellie out for a walk. In theory I was watching Kavi until Nancy came back (Kevin was asleep upstairs); in practice, I was grading the last of my papers while I thought Kavi was happily crawling around in the living room with her toys. But no. No, she had made her way over to the stairs, to the gate mysteriously left open, and started to climb. She loves climbing the stairs these days, and can make it all the way up an entire flight with one of us standing behind her, spotting her. And of course, the times we're right there, ready to catch her, nothing happens, but the one time we aren't there, she slips, and falls.
It's hours later now, and my heart is still pounding.
It all turned out okay, but Kavi could have broken her neck. Kevin tells me, again, that we have to be more careful. And he's right, of course, but I'm just not that careful a person. I'm trying so hard to be conscientious, and I still mess up. Poor munchkin. :-( :-( :-( She deserves a better momma.