And the only reason I am up writing is because I can't even begin to sleep.
My little one is in bed next to me. She's sleeping with me tonight.
It's been a rough night:
She caught her hand in our treadmill while it was moving. Can I say, guilt?
We ran her to the urgent care a couple blocks from our house, after having our wonderful neighbor (a nurse) look at it. The urgent care sent us to the ER.
She has deep, full-thickness friction burns on her middle and ring finger, right hand.
We go back to the hospital on Saturday morning to re-dress the wounds, and then we will be meeting with a plastic surgeon Monday to see what things need to be done.
My stomach is in knots. I feel horrible. Worse than horrible.
Sleep my little one.