Today was my fasting blood draw so I can go in for my yearly physical. (And saddly, my early mammogram :( THAT will be another post)
It also happened to be the ex's day for his doctors appt. He had the girls so I told him I would go with him and watch the girls, then he could watch them while I got my arm poked.
While he was paying for his appt, I took the girls into the hall to run around.
I was carrying LaLa around, and Issa was running up and down the hall, waving at people and just being all around cute.
In a split second... it happened
Daddy came out of the office and we were heading onto the elevator to go down a floor.
Issa put her hands on the door and her hand slid between the elevator door and the wall. It was stuck, horribly stuck and the door was still trying to open.
We went into panic mode, one of us trying to open the door, and the other trying to pull her hand out of it's captor. (Honestly, I have no idea what I was doing with the baby, even now I don't remember anything other than holding her in my arms and trying to shove the door open)
I had to check to make sure she had all 5 fingers.
I wanted to faint.
My poor little one cried for 10 minutes.
She is fine, all fingers, a slightly swollen hand and a HUGE respect for elevators.
.......................I'm strapping her to my leg, then she can't escape!!
Oh, and taking the stairs!!