6 Months into my first, I ran out to the car to get his blanket at 1am having just been told it was there. I slipped into a pothole and completely broke my ankle. Obviously “dad mode” kicked in, and I got the blanket in and placated the screaming child before getting some sleep. Next day I limp to work, I spend two weeks hobbling about convinced it’s just twisted before I visit a doctor.
I put on 60+lbs in that time, and keeping up with a four year old is some hard work.