Feeling like a total jerk

Yesterday I had a phone conversation that I never thought I would need to have. I have to give you a little context for the conversation. I woke up to Karis' typical morning cries letting me know she was ready to greet the day. I picked her up, took her into the kitchen with me, poured some water for myself, grabbed a banana, and headed into the living room. Just a few seconds after feeling proud of myself for such amazing multi-tasking skills, I sat down and DID IT. Did what, you ask? I poked Karis in the eye with the banana! I must let you know here that she is fine! No real harm done. She started crying right away and I knew I had poked her. I felt HORRIBLE!!! Any parent who has mistakenly hurt their child (i.e. bumped head, stubbed toe, poked in eye with fruit) can attest to the absolute cruddiness of the feeling you have. The eye looked ok once she stopped crying. But just to be sure I put in a call to the pediatrician. The conversation with the nurse went like this:

Me: Hi. This is going to sound strange, but....um....well, I accidentally poked my daughter in the eye....[I start laughing here] with a banana.
Nurse: [Silence. Absolute, deafening, "what kind of parent are you" silence].
Me: I am sorry. It is NOT funny. So what should I do?
Nurse: [In a professional tone she proceeds to tell me what to do].

Once I got off the phone I went and told Matt that I was pretty sure the woman put a note in Karis' file red flagging us of potential parental neglect of our child. Not only did I hurt her, but I proceeded to laugh about it. I half expect the Department of Social Services to give us a call. Thank goodness she is ok...and if she ever asks me if I ever poked her in the eye with a banana, I can say, "Sit down, Honey. I have a story to share."