Bad Mommy. Super Daddy.

The other day, I hurt my own child. I didn't mean to, of course. But I still did and I feel awful. Terrible. Sick about it. So here's what happened...We were in the garage and Gaby started running towards the street. Now, we live in the hills in Austin so it's kinda steep in our neighborhood and people like to drive their cars faster than they should on our street, so I ran out to stop her and quickly grabbed her by her arm. My little cutie likes to do this thing when she doesn't want to come with you- she lifts both feet off the ground and basically ends up dangling from one arm. That's it. That's all that happened, but then of course Gaby was throwing a fit b/c she didn't want to come into the house. So I tried to distract her with other things but she wouldn't stop crying. And then it seemed like she didn't want to move her arm. Oh-oh. That's when I realized that maybe something was wrong with her arm. I noticed she wouldn't lift it up and really didn't want me touching it. So the first thing to do of course is call Byron. And wouldn't you know it, it just happened to be an evening that he had plans with his friends. He seemed a little aggravated to have me "bothering" him but when he understood that I really wasn't exaggerating and there quite possibly was something wrong with his precious princess, he came right home. Turns out I had pulled Gaby's little elbow's ligament out of whack. It's called "nursemaid's elbow" and Byron says it's very common. But still, to know that I was the one that caused such pain to my poor sweetie just made me want to puke! So he did a magic doctor twist, pull and push maneuver and just like that Gaby was waving at cars, pointing at the birds in the sky and laughing again. Back to normal. Byron saved the day! And he probably saved us a few hours in an ER. I can't ever express how lucky and grateful I am to have a pediatrician for a husband. It gives me such peace of mind. You're the best, honey!