We moved this weekend into the house we recently bought. So far:
On the bright side, the bulk of the move is over (the unpacking has barely begun), and my mother and I have not yet killed each other.
We have an appointment with the pediatric orthopedic surgeon in the morning, so we'll know more then. Thankfully, Miss A does not seem to be in any pain. She's mostly just annoyed by the splint she's having to wear, and I've been crossing my fingers that she doesn't smack any of the other kids with it in her day care room if they irritate her. (She's known there as "tiny but tough" because she doesn't take any crap from any of the other kids.)
I had a plan to keep her safe and out of the way of any heavy objects during the move by having R's parents watch her. His dad was trying to use a tall, heavy, unsecured bookcase to make up a gap in the space where a security gate was supposed to go. He stepped away from her for a minute to get something. She was curious about the bookcase and wound up pulling it down on herself.
Thankfully she managed to get herself mostly out of the way, because if it had landed on her head or trunk, it probably would have had the potential to be fatal. I can't really let myself go there, because if I think about it too much, there's a very real possibility that I will never let her out of my sight again...