My hero!

So, I fell yesterday down the outside stairs while holding the baby. I ruined (for only the near future I hope) my good ankle on the way down, and then both the baby and I went flying into the snow. Luckily, I had a superhero (and cell phone) nearby.



Miles immediately ran to the neighbor's house, went right in their back door, and yelled, "My mom's hurt and the baby too! Come quick!" They both came running, took the baby from me, and helped my superhero guide the police and ambulance to the backyard, where I was still on my back in the snow.

Calvin and I got to ride in the ambulance to the Greenwich Hospital where I found out after 7 x-rays, nothing's broken (on either of us!). He's just fine because I took most of it before he rolled out of my arms into the snow. I'm not as fine, as I ended up on crutches for who knows how long, but it could be a lot worse, if not for a cushion of snow, my extra 35 lbs. of post-baby padding, and of course, my superhero.

Thanks Miles!