Ok so I'm still traumatized from Stuart's nosedive off his changing pad onto the hardwood floor last Thursday night. I'm happy to report that he is doing fine, and will recover from this much quicker than I ever will. But there are several images I don't believe I'll ever get out of my mind. Such as me, rushing out of the house barefoot and in a tank top and pajamas bottoms with my diaper clad screaming, bleeding baby to jump behind the wheel of the car with him in my lap (ala Britney and Sean P).
Did you know that when you run into the hospital emergency room looking like that screaming "My baby...my BABY!!!!" they see you right away? Funny that.