A bit of a scare.

This isn't necessarily baby related but it was quite an experience we all had this week. For starters the last two days have been a huge blur as I lay here I can hardly believe it is Wednesday night already. But I suppose when your Monday ends with a frantic trip to the ER the days begin to blend together. I know this now requires a bit of explaining. After spending a lovely little day with both Ieraci families and their respective kiddos Max and I started to pack and get ready to head home. While doing this we for a text message from Daddy letting us know he was headed out to pedal away and would probably head in the direction we were to say hi. Knowing this we hung out for a bit longer so that we could see the sweaty spandex clad man before he pedaled back. This all happened fine and dandy. We saw each other, hung out for a few extra minutes and then decided to head out at the same time to meet at home for dinner. Obviously Max and I would make it first because we had four wheels and an engine. We were almost home when my phone started ringing off the hook with a number on the screen that I have never seen. After debating on whether to get it (I try and avoid ALL phone related activity while in the car) I decided I needed to answer because this person wasn't giving up. As soon as I heard then ask for me I knew something was wrong. Without even knowing who this person was I could tell by the slight shake in their voice that they weren't just calling about a new credit card or wrong number. The next few words out of his mouth actually made my heart skip a little- "Heather. Ok here with your boyfriend and he ha an accident." David has worn a road id since last summer - he refuses to carry his cell phone - it had my number on it in case of an emergency as well as his name and address. I guess it paid off because I was able to get to him immediately but wow I had absolutely no idea the pit I would have when he had to use it. Max and I tuned around and made our way to the scene as quickly and safely as possible. The entire time I was trying to fight off tears trying not to think about the what ifs and I wonders. Once we got there I wanted to just squeeze David tighter than ever but judging from the looks of him I would not have felt very good. Turns out as he was coming down the hill and preparing to go up the next one his bike chain skipped and head over heels he went. I'd like to send a shout out to Specialized helmets for protecting (and I am pretty sure saving) his head and maybe life. I remember falling off my bike as a kid and it sucked- so the thought of falling at 35MPH just seems unreal to me. He was bruised,bloody a bit confused but standing and talking to me. After profusely thanking the kind gentleman that stopped and helped, called me and then waited with David we took off to the ER. The entire drive was spent just looking over at him so grateful he was in one piece. Even starting to think about what could have happened and throwing Max into that picture was too much. After about 5 hours in the ER, 3 sets of X-rays and lots of bandages later... David came home and we have been on the mend since. My nursing skills are really coming out and just having his smart ass self around even if he is bloody and bruised is just so wonderful. It's hard to think things could have been worse but it's all I could ask for to know they aren't.