Cam has sustained two injuries this week. First, while Rob was making breakfast for Cam, he heard a thud. He came out to find Cam sitting back up, not crying, but a welt under her left eye. Since he gets up with her every morning, I didn't notice it until we were sitting in play group. It's almost a shiner, but not quite.
Then today. Poor child was sitting happily on the floor after lunch. I was trying to roll the highchair back into it's spot, when I nudged Cam with my foot. NUDGED. She was in the process of going from sit to crawl, when all of the sudden she started screaming bloody murder. And then I saw the blood. Holy cow, my baby child was bleeding!! Picked her up to comfort her, and got a look-see: seems her bottom two teeth split her bottom lip. The kid has big, luscious beautiful lips, and now I have marred them. The overwhelming guilt as my baby sat whimpering and chewing on a cold washcloth. She calmed very quickly, but every time I look at her lip I feel just awful.
It's a good thing those social worker visits are over with.