Worst Zoo Trip Ever

Yeah, the worst zoo trip ever.
We went to the zoo to see a presentation. Nathan got bored, and Noelle got fussy (loud), so we left to just go walk around the zoo. (I was going to write a cute post about Nathan’s reactions during the presentation, but I suppose that will have to wait.) Nathan was being our tour guide and loving every minute of it. I was glad that we had broken away from the group for a while because he was really enjoying himself AND being wonderful and chatty.
We were walking to find a bathroom when we spotted a keeper starting to feed the pelicans in the water area around the siamang monkey island. I stopped with the stroller and Nathan about four feet or so back from the little wall, but the keeper said we could come closer. Nathan walked closer and was making me nervous (I just don’t like to think of him falling in – ha), so I walked away from the stroller and stood behind him. I asked the keeper how deep the water was, and he said it was about 2-3 feet deep. Ahhhh.
About that time, I see out of the corner of my eye the stroller careen past, tip over the wall, and crash into the water. I jumped in after it and yanked it out about two seconds after it (and Noelle, my poor, sweet, precious baby) had gone under. (Yeah, more like three feet deep.)
Noelle started crying but wasn’t coughing or choking, so I’m pretty sure she didn’t suck in any water. I immediately took her out of the stroller and stripped her down. A friend handed me a little jacket, and the keeper took off his shirt (he had on two) so I could wrap her up. As soon as I wrapped her up and held her, she stopped crying and was fine. I, on the other hand, kept having images of the stroller crashing into the water running through my head. They took us to a shelter then brought a cart and took us to the animal hospital (sounds bad, but it was only b/c they had showers and stuff there). One of the keepers mixed up some alcohol and vinegar and put it in her ears after I mentioned doing that once I got home. Nathan talked their heads off (he obeyed perfectly during the whole thing) and kept saying how sorry he was that it happened. The keepers finally found some clothes that a worker had randomly brought with her because she was taking them to Goodwill, and they transported me and my kiddos (minus a camera) to my car. I only cried once. Nathan had fun riding the golf carts. Noelle fell in siamang-black-bear-run-off water. I keep telling myself that it has fish in it (I asked), so it’s not like a toxic dump or anything.
And, yes, I’m blogging. My fingers are typing like crazy, and my legs are still shaking. So, when do they give out the “worst mother of the year” awards??