Horrible Mom and a Puppy

So, some weeks I feel like a horrible mom. Last week consisted of one of those days...the day I dislocated Jordyn's elbow. We were having a rough day because it was the hottest week in Lynchburg this summer and our ac decided to break. So, after getting it fixed (hopefully for a long time) we decided to meet daddy for lunch while our house cooled down. On the way up the stairs Jordyn started to fall and I grabbed her arm. She was throwing a fit before we started up the stairs because she didn't want to go so after I grabbed her she was still throwing a fit. Being hot and frustrated I grabbed her up and put her in the car, listening to her scream about her arm the whole time. The thing about Jordyn is that it's always something when she doesn't want to do what she's supposed to. She had to go potty when it's bed time, she has to drink more juice when it's time to eat, she has to sleep when it's time to get dressed etc...so I just assumed it was another one of her fits. It was more screaming than usual so I let her have an ice pack in the car. When we got to Wayne's her arm was swelling and she was complaining her hand hurt. I figured, lets have Wayne check it out. So I pulled her out of her seat, in the car seat, fed her lunch since she couldn't move her arm, put her back in the car, and took her to the doctors (upon Wayne's suggestion and the fact that every time she moved she screamed in pain.) Immediately they called us in and the doctor had her arm popped in about 10 seconds after I told him what had happened. In minutes she felt great and was running through the office. I of course, felt like the worst mom ever because I've dislocated my knee many times and say it's the worst pain ever, second only to labor. Sometimes you just breath and it hurts. So...horrible mom?

Now, we have another baby girl at home who we call our little puppy. Is that being horrible? Let me explain to you why. She pants when she's excited. When we want her to come to us we say "Come here Landyn" and we pat the floor. We put her snacks on a plate on the floor next to the table and she crawls around and eats them. One of her favorite "treats" is a biscuit that looks exactly like one a dog would eat. Jordyn rubs her head when she's a good girl. She's not allowed on our bed in the mornings (because she would fall off and we can't pay attention to her) so she has her own special pillow at the foot of the bed that she lays on and watches tv.

So, am I a horrible mom for suggesting she's our little puppy and treating her like one? Or for not being more sensitive to my baby girl when she was hurt? Probably not, but some days just feel like that. Thankfully, today isn't one of those days!