Today, I learned the definition of fear.
As I was working, an announcement came over the intercom saying they needed me in the office, which almost never happens. So I knew something was up.
As I get closer, I see my assistant run out of the office with my keys. He runs to me down the hallway and said the babysitter called and she needed me....it was an emergency.
My cellphone had six missed calls, all from the babysitter. As I was driving across town, I called and all I could hear was the baby screaming. It was all I could do to keep it on the road.
When I got there, the baby had rolled off the bed and landed on the hardwood floor. Last night, the baby rolled three times in one direction. We forgot to tell her. So she was laying in the bed playing with the baby and before she knew it, the baby was out of arms reach and her legs was hanging off the bed, from thigh down....she started sliding and the babysitter grabbed her hand as she went over the side, but her hand slipped out of hers. She hit her head on the ground.
My cousin is a doctor and lives 1/2 between our town and the hospital. She met me on the interstate and jumped in the truck with me. You can't imagine how I felt when she said, "Ballcoach, slow down. Bambina is fine. She's gonna be fine."
And she is....has a good little knot, but she is fine. No broken bones, no concussion, all good.
The emotion and stress of it has hit me in the past hour...I'm soooo tired. I'm about to head off to bed. But you better believe I will give thanks tonight, more than usual.
Y'all have a good night. Can't wait to spend the weekend with everyone here and I can't wait for all the football fun.
