I can't stop

crying that is.

G is back with me today and her face, while looking truly awful, is not as bad as I imagined it all night long. BUT, I can't quit thinking that I could have prevented this. In over 12 years of caring for other people's children I've never had one get so badly hurt. I guess that's probably nearly miraculous, but I just feel awful. My heart hurts and there's just this pit in my stomach. Everyone who knows about the incident has been amazingly kind and supportive, particularly the parents, but I feel so terrible.