*Hugs*. All's well that ends well, but I'm sorry it was so traumatic.

When she was a toddler, we called my sister "Too-tall hard-head" for her tendency to attempt to walk *under* tables she instead banged right into, repeatedly and nearly without noticing. And I once figured out how to open the baby gate and fell down a flight of stairs to the basement. And though some will say that explains a lot about me, I just vote "kids are tough."