Another Baby - Without being Pregnant!
Intrigued? That title was the first thing that came to mind as I sat down to share the events of yesterday with you.
Our natural alarm clock, Mr. Cheeks, went off at about 6:30 am. I leapt out of bed, eagerly preparing a bottle for my son (more like stumbled down the stairs, trying desperately to mix the formula correctly).
I make it back up stairs and feed Mr. Cheeks.
This photo courtesy of TV LandI call nicely to my husband, "Time to get up..." in the most June Cleaver-like voice I can find at this hour.
Instead of some movement, and a muttered "Good Morning", I hear:
Mr. Cheeks and I rush in to see what happened, and this was the response:
Hubby: My FOOT! My FOOT KILLS! I think I broke it! I'm dizzy - the pain, the pain!
Pause for utter confusion on my part. I mean, I did just spend the night in the same bed as this man, and don't remember taking a sledgehammer to his foot....
Me: Gosh, what happened?
Hubby: I don't know - it just hurts!
Me: You think you broke your foot, but you don't know what happened?!?
Hubby: Okay, I dropped a full baby bottle right on my toes last night. I thought I would ignore it, but now I can't walk.
Pause again... SERIOUSLY? A Baby Bottle? We don't even use the glass ones!! I mean, the Dr. Brown's bottle do have 8-million parts, but are still light enough for Mr. Cheeks to feed himself!
Me: Alright well, just lay there, and let me get you some ice, and try to get Mr. Cheeks to daycare, and then help you.
Long story short, I ended up sitting in the emergency room all morning with my husband, who was milking this injury for all it was worth. I was in such disbelief, the only source of sanity I could find was the Twitter Community. After an XRAY, and a doctor who I seriously think was doing all he could not to burst into laughter as he uttered the words "baby bottle", it was a "bone contusion". Not sure what that is? Me neither. Somewhere between a bad sprain and a broken bone.
The rest of the day was spent with my newest baby on the couch, foot elevated, on meds, looking at me helplessly.
The best part of the story is that as the day was winding down, and I was looking more and more frazzled, Hubby says:
I bet you CAN'T WAIT to blog about this one.