About a month ago, Brodie called me in the middle of a surgery with an emergency. He has NEVER done this in 5 years of being an orthopedic rep. They were missing a part they needed that was in our garage - where else would it be, right?
So I woke Abbey from her nap. She had been completely healthy when I put her down. Strapped her in the car seat, and she pukes like there's no tomorrow. I was in such a hurry I would have just left her, but the puke was so chunky I couldn't do up the straps. I took her out and put on new clothes, but didn't have time to clean her up.
I raced like a mad women to the hospital, which was luckily 25 minutes away, with throw up on my pants. The whole time Brodie is calling me telling me the doctor is not happy. They are literally waiting for me to get there so they can put a nail in some poor guy's femur. Brodie ran out of the ER in his surgical cap and scrubs (looking pretty cute, I might add). The surgery was a success, and I think the doctor got over it.
That's what we do around here...we save lives!