Car Seats: They're Not Just For Car Accidents Anymore

Paul wanted to go get all you can eat sushi tonight.  I usually don't get the all you can eat because I don't feel I can eat that much sushi, but tonight I wanted a little bit of everything so Paul convinced me to go for it.  I ate until I thought I was going to throw up and then we headed to Mac's Dairy Farm for ice cream (yay weight watchers).  It's amazing how sushi compacts itself when you stand up.  I waited in the car with the sleeping baby while my wonderful husband waited in a huge long line. 

Finally he arrived back to the car with my giant kiddie cone of mint chocolate chip deliciousness.  I devoured ate some of the cone and then we headed home with me driving. 

When we got home Paul asked me to get Emma so he could turn on the sprinkler.  I looked at him and looked at my ice cream and armful of sweater and diaper bag and his garbage and looked at Emma and he asked if I needed help.  Um, yes.  So he got Emma, in her car seat, out of the car and hands the car seat to me.  I had already unlocked the door so all I had to do was open the storm door and walk inside.

As I stepped towards the door my right foot got caught on the doormat and before I knew it I was hurtling over the stairs, the car seat went flying out of my hands and landed upside down, and I took out my left kneecap as I stopped my forward motion by ramming my head into the side of the house.  As I slid towards the ground I heard Paul running over asking what had happened.  All I could think to say was the baby as he picked her up and set the car seat right side up. 

Emma didn't even cry.  I'm not even sure she noticed that she was completely upside down, car seat resting on its handle, as Paul picked her up (Thank God she was strapped in).  I, on the other hand, cried like a baby.  I sat in the dirt for a few minutes (under the dirt is concrete...we are just too lazy to sweep up the dirt) and evaluated what parts of my body hurt.  Surprisingly my head didn't hurt, but the little toe on my right foot was throbbing.  And I dropped my ice cream cone!!!  Sad.

Paul carried the baby inside as I hobbled behind him.  I took off my shoe and was bleeding.  Somehow I had taken off quite a bit of the front of my toe (I'm sure the nail will follow) and gotten pebbles and dirt into the skin.  I am fairly certain my toe and perhaps a small bone in my foot is broken.  My left kneecap suffered some scrapes and probably a bruise as did my right elbow. 

Emma still fine.  You'd think I was maimed for life to hear me whining and carrying on.  I am halfway to my goal of mother of the year!