Today was one of my worst nightmares. I experienced my first parent panic attack. Elise was not being very cooperative this afternoon and so I was wearing her in my wrap. I had her asleep on the hammock, but the transition to the bed was not very smooth and she promptly woke up and started crying. Nothing seemed to soothe her, so I threw her back in the wrap. She would nod off every so often, but only when I was walking. Every time I sat down, her eyes would pop open!
So I figured I might as well make good use of my time and started to gather everything to make banana bread (I had the bananas thawing in the fridge). Well, as I was transferring the mixer from the rack to the counter, I had inadvertently placed the mixer on top of Elise's pinky toe!!!!!!
She let out a wail and I lost my shit once I saw what had happened. I looked at her toe and realized I had no idea whether it looked broken, if it was broken?!?!? Those mixers are heavy! I immediately run to my phone and call the hubster who was in the garage, the whole time screaming "PICK UP, PICK UP, PICK UP" and then when he answers I yell "WE NEED TO GO THE ER". I then realize Elise is only wearing a diaper and still in the wrap. I run into the nursery to get her out of the wrap and dressed so that I can put her in the car seat.
The hubster is now in the house and notices that the baby is quiet. I'm so confused because a baby with a broken toe would be not be quiet, right? The mixer has scrapped some skin, but otherwise, it looked fine. We felt the non-injured toe and tried to compare it to the injured one, but her toes are so tiny who would know if there was anything wrong. We decided that we would monitor it and if it starts to bruise, we'd go to the doctors or urgent care.
I'm still racked with guilt.
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