It was all my fault. I unbuckled him and then like a fool, I turned my back and was distracted. He fell out of my SUV. He landed and I freaked out. He was sobbing. I checked him all over and he seemed to be fine. But he was not. It was all my fault. I ignored his pain. I had checked over and over but he seemed okay. I was wrong. He broke his arm. It was all my fault for not being careful. They hate me now. I failed my job. I did not keep him safe. I did not make sure he was okay. I hurt him. I neglected his needs. I ignored the signs. I hurt him. I should have stayed by his side and been the one sitting next to his father waiting for the results. It is not okay. How will they ever trust me again. I am supposed to be a stress relief instead. Every time they think of their child with me, they will worry. I failed. It is my fault. I do not deserve to feel good. It is not okay.