My crazy hospital story at 23+3 omg

Well today has been exciting to say the least. I just got home from a 6 hour hospital stay at 23 weeks 3 days because I am the biggest dummy in the world. Lol So I'm moving out of my duplex and my dad and brother and his gf were helping me. I'm moving back in with my parents and I am embarrassed to say the least (I'm 25 with a 5 yo and 8 mo and another on the way) so I'm not happy about putting all my things in storage. So I am trying to be efficient and use my storage space wisely. I got a 10×15 unit which looks big, until you start putting things in it. I have a king size bed and my daughters twin bed, a love seat and a couch, coffee table, end tables, dressers, ect. And that's not including all the boxes of stuff that's being packed up that's just the big stuff! So back to my story, I have most of the big stuff in and I'm exhausted from moving all this stuff and making a million trips up the stairs we come with the second to last load of furniture and I had been standing on the dresser to stack other things to the sides of it. So I place one end table on top of the dresser at the far end of then walk backwards reaching for the second table and my dumb ass walks backwards right off the edge of the dresser and fall hitting my right foot on the concrete first and then I land on my side on a metal step stool. I couldn't move and instantly start screaming in pain and my dad and brother pick me up and I tried to take a step to sit down and I just collapsed. I look down and my toes are twitching and my foot is instantly swollen. I just had this awful feeling that I had to have broken it. (I've had a sprained ankle before and it has never hurt like this hurt.) Then I start to panic. What about my baby is my baby okay. They're still unloading stuff as I sit there on the ground in tears and I'm like take me to the hospital now!!! Emergency room right now! I couldnt even hop to the car it was too painful. I made them pull up to get me and my brother floored my car to the hospital and got my a wheel chair and in I went. They immediately took me to triage to check baby first. It was pure relief and happiness to hear her little heart going loud and strong. So for an hour they watch her heart and say it's perfect. They kept leaving for long periods of time and then coming back and saying nothing. At this point I'm like if babys fine take me to the ER because I cant feel anything in my toes and my foot is tingling (and I was alone this whole time my brother dropped me off). They then bring in a doctor 2 hours after I got there to tell me I have negative blood and I need a blood test to make sure baby and me aren't mixing blood and see if I need to get my rhogam shot early. I'm like okay great. He looks at my foot and says I don't think it's broken because there's no discoloration. I'm happy because how am I going to take care of a 5 yo and 8 mo alone with a broken foot. So ask how long this test will take nurse says 45 mins to an hour. Hour goes by no results. Hour and a half goes by new nurses come on shift. Still no results. I'm irritated at this point wanting my children and ready to go home. So I start complaining and complaining. Finally four hours after my arrival they decide they're just going to give me the rhogam anyways because results are still not back. I was fuming!!! I'm like give me the shot and let's get this show on the road you could have done that 2 hours ago people!! They give it to me and discharge me from triage and the nurses take me to the ER downstairs. Sooo after 5 hours of being in the hospital I am FINALLY taken for xrays. I was concerned about having them being pregnant but the doctor said she really thought I needed them to confirm it wasn't a sprain because I could not even touch my foot to the floor without tears. My 75 yo aunt comes to pick me up because my mother has my children and we're waiting for my results. Its 10 PM at this point and I'm sure my aunt goes to sleep at 8 she gets up very early. When the doctor finally comes in she sits down and pulls out her phone silently. I'm like okay wtf is going on. So she shows me this.

She says I'm sorry it's really broken. I start sobbing. How. How can I deal with this!!! Are there any mommas out there who ever went through something like this? Any who were pregnant and still had a baby under one yo?? I'm so scared. What happens when I have to pee in the middle of the night 5 times!! I am so worried. I broke my hand when my daughter was 6 months old and I had a cast but she was my only child then. It was easier. I can't believe this is happening. Help!!! I need advice! Thank you.