Hannah brought Mallorie to me about 30 minutes ago, with panic in her voice. "Mommy! I was watching Mallorie, and she was sleeping on her tummy, and let me show you something."
Here's what I heard.
MOMMY!! MALLORIE!!!! OH, NO!!!! LOOK WHAT'S WRONG!!!!
I was quite short with her, because I was trying, myself, to silence the alarms going off in my head. I let her show me whatever it was she wanted to show me.
"Look. I think there's wrong with her neck or her arm. She can't move it right, or hold her head up or turn it like she did before."
I "heard", HER NECK AND/OR ARMS ARE BROKEN OR OUT OF SOCKET!!! MAYBE IT'S A SEIZURE CAUSING STIFFNESS!!
In my head, I was already halfway to the ER in our car, and texting the pedi on the way. I took Mallorie from her, and the barely visible nurturer in me who knew she was supposed to be calming Hannah, stopped snapping at her and said, "She's fine." And let Mallorie wake up gradually, and soon she was smiling. Her neck and arms are fine. And she's never had a seizure in her life. I deleted the saved text.
So tomorrow morning, when you read my post, you will understand. There's just a lot of crazy in this house.
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