...may be driving home from the adult meeting of stake conference behind an ambulance and a firetruck (having left your baby at home with an obliging sister-in-law), watching as these emergency vehicles make every turn just ahead of you, praying that they aren't headed to your apartment complex - let alone your building (how COULD they be? There are hundreds of houses and apartments down here!!) - pulling up to your building which is now bathed in flashing lights and having your breath catch in your throat as you see a young woman who looks like said babysitting sister-in-law talking to the paramedics.
The best feeling in the world is realizing that the woman is NOT your babysitter, and your baby - though he did cry himself to sleep - is safe and sound.
Sadly for our wheelchair-bound downstairs neighbor, the ambulance was here for him. We saw him, conscious, being loaded into the back, but no details yet. I'm still a little shaky.
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So glad Truman is okay; I would have been freaking out. I hope your neighbor is all right. Matt was telling us about him last week. He sounds like a nice guy.
Yikes! that would be very scary,... I'm glad that Truman is ok!
Whew!! That was two of the people I love in that apartment last night!
that is scary! Was it Kirst?
too close for comfort. Glad all is well.
Scary...I am glad it all turned out okay!
You had me--I was about ready to hoy, hurl, or heraclitus with that one. Glad your family is safe. :*
I'll bet you were wishing you hadn't turned down that fire alarm service.
OK, I cannot read things like this about you because I get really bad stomach cramps.
Sympathy panic pains, let's call them.
So glad that you found your sweet boy well.
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