The worst week....

While we were enjoying the Labour Day holiday, my son was injured while playing in the house with my hubby. I was helping my sister with her laptop and then I saw my son fall down and knock himself to the wall corner. At that moment I knew it was a bad fall and rush to him and saw a long cut at his forehead. Blood is pouring like mad and I was static. Run to the kitchen and get the gauge bandage from my First Aid Kit (Thanks god we have that in the house) and trying to stop the bleeding. My sister start the car and my hubby carried him and straight we go to my family clinic. I was panicking, sad, angry and a tons of feeling at that moment. When the doctor stitched the cut, I tried to comfort Aaron down. It was sad to see him crying in pain when I don't even have any pain when I deliver him into the world. I was feeling guilty for he has to feel this pain. It is not fair. I only start crying when I was on the phone with my mom and never stop after that. That night I have difficulty to sleep because the event keep rewind in my mind over and over again. My parent arrive at the same night per my request as I am worried if I'll be panicking again if my son crying due to the pain. My mom said it is ironic that my son have stitches exactly like me. But I was at least 3 years old when I got my stitches on my forehead also. I can't help it feeling that I am a bad mom for letting this accident happen.