Okay, so Sebby had to go to Urgent care the other night. He's fine. Onto the more important story of that night.
I had to call my big brother Matt up to give Sebby and I a ride to Urgent Care since Mike was working.
Under Dr orders I am not to lift over 10lbs for another 2 weeks so Matt carried Sebby's carseat around for me. Once we arrived at UC, Matt sat down and got Sebs out of his seat and he was fussing a bit. So I was registering Sebby and Matt asks across the room when the last time I fed him was. I informed him that it was probably time for another bottle and Matt, the seasoned veteran of bottling formula, prepared and began to feed Sebby while I answered a slew of questions about what Sebby's problem was that night. After 20 questions, I joined my bro and my baby in the waiting room.
Remember a few blogs ago when I mentioned that it pays off to have a baby if you hate waiting around? Ding ding ding it worked again!!! Since Sebby eas having breathing issues at home, we skipped the hour and 45 minute wait and were called right in!!!
So Matt carried Sebby back again for me. We were in triage answering more questions when a nurse poked her head in the door. Her eyes darted back and forth between Matt and myself before she finally singled me out and whispered "Your husband Mike is here.". And she got another peak at Matt before mouthing the words "Is it okay if he comes back here?"
I gave her what I am sure to be a look almost as confused as hers and replied "why wouldn't it be okay for my husband to come back here?"
And with that, she said okay and Mike strolled in a few moments later and took his son from my brother.
Now you probably already see where this was going. I, in a state of maternal shock was oblivious to any funny business that was unraveling so I will continue and share Mike's side of the story.
After traveling roughly 45 minutes from Muscavegas to D-port, Mike briskly entered the UC waiting room and went to the check in desk and stated "Hi, my wife and son are here. I believe they may have just been taken back?".
A nurse and the receptionist looked at Mike, then each other, then in the direction of the triage office, then back to Mike. One of them that had the brain that they were sharing for the day spoke up and said "what was your name again?"
"Mike Jones"
"And you are her...?"
"Husband."
And at that point one of them went back and awkwardly tried to send a message to me in a 4x5 room that she must have expected no one else to hear.
Once she returned, she hesitantly said,
"Oh-kay, you can follow me back to triage.". And she looked at the other nurse who apparently had the look on her face of a cow staring at an oncoming train. It finally clicked for Mike and he shouted out"He's my brother in law!"
A wave of relief came over the pair of scrub wearers and one of them gladly opened the door to triage for Mike.
The next thing the nurse says to me is:
"Oh I was so confused! I thought we were going to have a domestic!"
If you have ever met or seen my husband, you would agree with this lady that obviously my husband MUST work out just to prepare for his random street fights that break out because he is one angry looking individual. And he's angry because stargate SG-1 was cancelled a few years ago and he hasn't found a healthy way to deal with this devastation.
Or on the other hand, my brother Matt isn't exactly small, but his lenten diet hasn't given him the energy it would require to snap Mike's tibia. Seriously. He gave up meats and processed foods for lent. Gross.
So anyway, this nurse goes off about how weird it is that my brother was taking care of my kid and that her brother would NEVER do that for her and she doesn't want him to. Well good for you lady.
I am very blessed to have such a supportive family that I can lean on in my time of need, but please people. Don't confuse us with those nasty people on Springer that do unspeakable things with each other. We ain't THAT close!
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