Since this is my second baby, this isn't my first rodeo but hurting SG for the first time was no less tragic than when it happened to LD. When the Dude was 4 months old he dove headfirst out of his swing, that was scary, but he did that to himself. When he was 7 months old though, he was just learning to walk and he tripped into my laptop and it somehow sliced a chunk of skin off the side of his nose. It bled a lot. I felt like I had maimed him and ruined his face forever, he would never have a perfect face again, he was forever changed. Of course I didn't actually DO anything that time either, but it was my fault because it was my computer that I had sitting on the floor and I didn't catch him. Eventually we all calmed down and he survived, but he does still have a little scar on the side of his nose. And now I kind of hope he never outgrows it because it's part of his face now.
Back to the present: it was bedtime last night and since SG is growing like a weed I needed to go unearth bigger pajamas from storage in the nursery closet. So I took Sleepy because he was fussy and wanted to go to sleep and I laid him on the floor next to where I needed to work and started unpacking. I should have just taken the first pair I came to, but it was peaceful in the closet and I wanted to see how much we actually had so I kept looking. Then LD appeared and started "helping" throwing clothes everywhere and tripping over the mess as he made it. Suddenly SG erupted in horrible wailing. I didn't know what had really happened so I picked him up and his hand was weird. I quickly reviewed the last few seconds in my head and pictured myself lunging forward on my knees to keep the dude from falling onto sleepy and I realized I must have crushed his hand under the full weight of my body via my knee. Sure enough I looked again and his middle finger was hanging lower than the other fingers. I started yelling for DH and saying I think I broke his hand Im going to have to take him in. Thankfully DH is extremely level headed and convinced me it didnt look that bad and I should just give it a few minutes. So I started nursing Sleepy to calm him down. A few eternites later as I evaluated his hands and moved all his fingers and took comparison photos to check for swelling all while internally berating myself for being so inattentive and clumsy, I decided to give him some tylenol, let him sleep and evaluate it in the morning.
The good news is he slept fine although I must have still been worried because I held him all night when he usually just sleeps beside me. This morning his hand looked perfectly normal no bruises no swelling all fingers moving. So I don't think there was any lasting damage except to my psyche. Can you even tell what hand it was?