Whoa!

So, today was another regular day at work.

Until I started getting calls from a phone number I didn't recognize. Thought nothing of it, and just figured I would check the voicemail later or after work.

Went to lunch with Dr. T, and I got another call. So this time I decided to listen to the message immediately.

It was the Hubs. And he sounded stressed.

And he was in the ER.

Turns out, my little N, who has been crawling like crazy, and just recently started pulling herself up and holding on to things, had fallen, and ended up with a mega goose-egg on her forehead.

The Hubs obviously freaked when he saw the lump develop before his eyes, and rushed to the hospital. In the rush, he forgot the diaper bag, a pacifier, his cell phone (which is why he was calling from the hospital and I didn't recognize the phone number).

Thankfully, N is okay. She screamed bloody murder with the initial fall, but the docs checked her out, and she's fine.

When I arrived at the hospital with Dr. T, I went back, and N was her happy, giggly self, except she had a giant lump on her head. 

The Hubs was a different story.

He was FREAKING out. In his rush to get out of the house and to the hospital, he almost forgot to wear pants, and probably broke every. single. traffic law. I think I further confused him when I went overboard being the "calm levelheaded" one (SOOOOO not my regular gig). 

I ended up taking the rest of the day off to make sure my husband didn't blow a blood vessel or something. After much coaxing and a frozen pizza, I finally got him to take a shower and have a beer to calm down.

I think he's a little more aware of how mobile she is now, and he feels so guilty. I tried to explain that every kid takes a fall sometimes, and lumps, bumps and bruises are all a part of a healthy adventurous childhood. As the oldest of four children, I think I am hyper aware of that, but because of his sheltered upbringing, he obviously is not. Even the nurses and doctors tried to explain that the baby was fine, and the bruise will look worse than it actually is. 

In the end, I (hopefully) convinced the Hubs that this accident happened, he acted accordingly (maybe except for the breaking of all the traffic laws), we learned a lesson (right now while she's unsteady, it's all about constant supervision), and we are thankful and grateful that she is okay.

So things are returning to normal around here, and N is sleeping on my lap. She gets extra special hugs today (and also because the Hubs is afraid to leave her alone right now - and hey, who can argue with a sleeping baby on them).

Now off to bed!  One royal wedding in a few short hours!