I hurt my little boy!

I am clumsy. That is just a fact of life and it has been complicated because I'm gigantically pregnant. Last week I twisted my ankle when I was walking in my grandma's driveway. I didn't fall, thank goodness, but my ankle was swollen and it hurt. Then, exactly a week later, I was walking with Forrest, holding his hand, when I twisted the same ankle again. This time I fell, and since I was holding Forrest's hand, I dragged him down with me. It was awful! His little hand is all scraped up and he has a big scrape on his cheek. He was crying very hard and then I started to cry too. We made it into the house and were sitting on a chair, when he noticed that I was crying too. He said "Mommy no cry, me crying!" He is so adorable! We put band-aids on his scrapes and he is fine, although he won't let me hold that hand because it hurts. He tells me "hold this hand, this hand better".