My situation is completely different from most because I've lost practically all of my usable vision. I have light perception though it's truly useless on cloudy days as I can't tell if it's day or night without my screen reader on my computer giving me the time or my talking clock chimes off the time with am or pm. I got tired of the chiming (talking telling the time) every hour on the hour with the am/pm. It gets a bit monotonous after a bit so I keep it close enough to tap the button on top to give me the time with am/pm. So take that into consideration when I write this out.
I've had a corneal abrasion after my youngest began playing w/and reading the small thick-cover books for little children; they're almost cardboard books.
Then, the worst was in 2007. She left our house's Mag flashlight in the living room floor by this behemoth of a coffee table after she went on the hunt to find a toy that somehow managed to get underneath. The only problem was she broke the #1 rule in the house and that was:
1: If you take something out and leave it down or pulled out, ALWAYS put it back b/c Mom can't "see" it.
She didn't. I didn't know the flashlight was there. If any of you have Mag brand flashlights you know these things are practically indestructible. Sadly enough, I'm not. I tripped over it while taking some clothes to the laundry room, which sits off to the left side of our living room on the back of the house and on the front, you have to go through the kitchen then through the spa room (indoor moisture-proof wet room with a 5-7 person hydrotherapy spa room to help with joint disease from Lupus (SLE) and Sjogren's disease along with the aches and pains associated with the diseases.
I went flying over the coffee table the moment my foot hit the flashlight. I remember coming down on the coffee table then hitting the floor. Immediately, I knew I was broken bones and torn ligaments and tendons.
A trip to the ER confirmed it. The ER doc splinted the leg/ankle off then had me go that Monday to my orthopedist as he was certain I would need a cast but the swelling was too great at that point to see the x-rays clearly enough as well as the swelling being so bad he couldn't cast it at the time. This is normal operating procedure with broken bones as I've had them all my life. I'm lactose intolerant, including dairy foods like eggs, not just milk.
Sure enough, first thing Monday morning I had new x-rays and other clinical examination tests then went into a cast from my knee to my toes. I wasn't able to use crutches or a walker because of nerve damage in my right arm in particular but I have it in both; it is worse in the right arm and unable to support my weight on crutches or a walker and I was nowhere near being able to use a cane. I was confined to a wheelchair for 4 months.
I made it through the cast phase and then was in a boot when late one night my daughter wanted a snack. I figured I could handle a snack without the boot so I transferred into the wheelchair and we headed to the kitchen. My house, being as wheelchair unfriendly as most not to mention the fact it's some 40 years now (the house is almost if not older than I am), I had a time getting my hands on what I needed. One thing in particular was a saucer for her apple slices with cubed cheese. I was on a medication to help prevent lactose /dairy problems at the time so I could actually eat a cube or two of cheese without it throwing my system for a loop. I couldn't reach the saucer so I thought if I stood on my good leg, I could reach it in the dishwasher. I lost my balance and before I knew it, I had placed every bit of my weight on the bad leg breaking everything all over again and tearing the ligaments and tendons all over again as well. - It was back to the 4-month cast and continued wheelchair use only.
It took a full year and about a month when I finally healed enough to come out of the cast, out of the boot, and begin physical therapy again even though the doctors had no hopes of my ever walking again given the results of the bone density scan. By all rights, I should have been wheelchair bound 10-some years ago and I shouldn't have made it out of that chair in 2007/2008 but I did. I don't know how but I did. It took everything in me not to give up.
L., the best thing you can do to protect you and your spouse as well as other siblings is to keep any sharp, or even dull dangerous items that can be used to poke or prod out of reach. Baby proof that house, especially now with your little tyke becoming mobile. I'd almost swear mine went from crawling straight to running and missed out on the walking altogether. LOL!
Another good idea if she's a climber is to anchor furniture like chest of drawers, and such to the wall so she can't pull them down on her. Mine did that to herself as well after figuring out at around 6-mos that she could pull each drawer out to make a series of steps to climb to the top of the chest of drawers in her bedroom. I thought I was going to die when I heard the crash and realized what had happened. While she was at the ER with my husband and MIL, he had his brothers, my brother, and our nephew putting in anchors to furniture and padding everything including our tall but wide and beautiful fireplace hearth. That was a bit tough because when we had a night together without kids underfoot, we'd have a small picnic by the fireplace but in time we had it back. It was well worth the wait b/c this kid was as rambunctious outside as she had been inside. When she went to bed, she would, and even still at times now, goes around and around in circles in her bed with one minute her feet at the bottom of the bed w/head on the pillow then less than an hour later she was in the opposite direction with feet on the pillow and head at the foot of the bed. LOL! She's a pip but I love her as does her dad.
Best of luck with your little one. She's most certainly finding her bearings and exploring what she can in her little world. Get down on her level and find all the things she can find that she can use to hurt herself, others, and most especially you and your husband. you'd be surprised at what you find down at her level of the floor. It's scary!