One of those weeks

It's been one of those weeks where it seems like I'm taking care of scrapes and bruises more then anything else.  Bean finally seems to have gotten rid of the black eye that she gave herself while playing in the laundry basket (she fell over in the empty basket, it flipped up and hit her in the face).  Then on Wednesday morning I heard that horrible sound of a little person tumbling down the stairs.  The way our house is setup, we only have about 5 or 6 stairs in a set, so she didn't fall that far, but it still made my heart stop.  She came out of it pretty well, except that she scraped all the skin off the top and end of her nose on the carpet at the bottom of the stairs.  She looks pretty sad.  Then this morning I picked her up at the door to say goodbye to hubby and she tells me that I bumped her arm and hurt it.  I didn't realize I did anything so I apologized and went on with life.  Until I realized that she was literally not using the arm.  I took another look and she showed clear signs of pain when I bent her arm.  So I watched a little longer to see if it would go away but after a half hour of this sad, one armed play time, I gave in to worry and called the doctors office.  I'm much more likely to worry about these things then hubby, so sometimes I worry that I'm overreacting, but I'm glad I called this time.  They got me in pretty much right away and as soon as we got there they knew immediately that she had a pulled elbow.  I had never heard of this, but the doctor was able to pop it back the way it should be in about two seconds and showed me how to do it too in case it ever happened again.  Bean started feeling better immediately and I was relieved.  Honestly though, it was about all this mama could take with everything else that I've had on my mind lately so I did what any good mother would do.  I took us both out for ice cream at 11 in the morning.  And I'm happy to report that we're both feeling much better : )