My heart was in my throat, but we are fine now.

Last night I was sliding K’s eggs onto her plate for dinner when she let out one of those cries after a deep breath that means major pain.  She’d been watching me fry her eggs from a chair, then she’d touched the still hot burner.

Mom brought DH over from her house, and the three of us went to the ER.  As long as she had cool water in her Tigger cup, she was calm, the staff were kind and efficient.  The attending physician said she thought K’s hand would be fine, but set us up with a surgeon to see her tomorrow anyhow.

She hasn’t been fussy at all today, I’ve kept her full of alternating ibuprophin and tylenol.  She was playing blocks and eating hamburgers as if her bandaged hand were normal.

I was so tired out and nervous this morning, that DH gave me a rare chance to mono-task.  Then we enjoyed my cousin’s company at Mom’s house.  When Baby B said goodbye to K, she tried to buckle herself into the car with us.  K was also sad to say goodbye.  I guess Baby B needs a new blog nickname, she’s getting to be such a big girl.