true story (mom of the year)

I had a great day yesterday. It was unusually warm for December, so warm in fact that we were able to go to the park and feed the ducks.  It was just a low key and laid back afternoon.  The boys were so good. We came back home and I decided to take advantage of the lovely weather and vacuum my car while the boys just played in the yard.  I had just finished vacuuming the front passenger seat and slammed the door.  I heard a crunch.  I turned around and there was Beckett.  I SLAMMED THE CAR DOOR ON HIS HAND!  He wasn't screaming yet.  He was doing that quick intake of breath, gasping for air before he lets lose a wail. I opened the door and pulled his little fingers out.  At this point he was SCREAMING.  I picked him up and called my mom.  Then my sister.  Then Chris.  Never even looking at his hand until after I hung up the phone to tell Chris that we were coming to the office.  And it looked yucky. Black and blue and swollen. My sister came over and picked up Blake. We drove to Chris' office and he looked at his hand and said we needed to go get an X-ray.  Just in case;)  So we drove to the hospital, got an Xray and waited.  It was not broken!  Extensive soft tissue damage, but no fracture.  But just because his finger wasn't broken didn't mean my heart wasn't.
Note to self: never slam a car door unless you know where your children are.