The "Disconnected Arm" Incident
What makes my wife a great Mom is the magnitude of her love for her babies. In our case, my wife is staying home with our twin boys and keeps a watchful eye on them all day long. Like any parents, both of us are extremely protective of our children and a priority is keeping them safe from harm and we never want to see them hurt, bumped, bruised etc. The following account is a true story, which combines some sleep deprivation, a dark bedroom, and the devastation of perceived harm and injury to one of our sons, Evan.
It is 6:30 a.m. this past Monday and I am in the shower getting ready to go to work. It is around this same time that both boys generally awaken. Just before I get out of the shower, I hear a blood curdling scream and hear my wife stomp into the bathroom. Nearly tearing the shower door off its hinges, I bolt out of the shower to find my wife with a look of panic, terror and distress. Immediately, I thought the worst -- was Evan not breathing? My wife then screams, "His arm, his arm, it is disconnected."
The word "disconnected" seemed odd, but I had to assume my wife had a reason for using this term. As my wife stood before me in desperation, I stared down at my son Evan, who seemed to have a contented look on his face. Naked and wet, I took Evan from my wife and ran him over to the bed to determine the extent of his arm injury. Meanwhile, my wife is screaming at me, "should I call 911?" As I undressed my son from his sleeper, the mystery of the disconnected arm became apparent. Somewhere in the night, Evan's arm had made its way back up the sleeve to where his hand and most of his arm were inside his sleeper. Only his elbow was still in the actual sleeve in kind of a "chicken wing" formation. Apparently, my wife, still half asleep, had gotten up to address Evan's crying while I was in the shower. When she picked Evan up in the still dark bedroom, his arm felt "disconnected" to her, thus starting the above sequence of events.
After assuring my wife that all was okay, our adrenaline and fear immediately subsided. Talk about a way to start your day!
Now, I may get in trouble for sharing this story, as my wife was a bit embarrassed by her assessment of the situation. But truthfully, her reaction only showed me how much she cares for her boys.
I can only envision what the future will bring. I can see it now, one of our boys is the quarterback on the high school football team. One of the opposing players lays a cheap shot on one of my sons. It would not surprise me to see my 104 pound wife leap from the stands, run out on the field and whip the living *&%$ out of the opposing player.
Ahh, the love of a Mom -- there's nothing like it!
It is 6:30 a.m. this past Monday and I am in the shower getting ready to go to work. It is around this same time that both boys generally awaken. Just before I get out of the shower, I hear a blood curdling scream and hear my wife stomp into the bathroom. Nearly tearing the shower door off its hinges, I bolt out of the shower to find my wife with a look of panic, terror and distress. Immediately, I thought the worst -- was Evan not breathing? My wife then screams, "His arm, his arm, it is disconnected."
The word "disconnected" seemed odd, but I had to assume my wife had a reason for using this term. As my wife stood before me in desperation, I stared down at my son Evan, who seemed to have a contented look on his face. Naked and wet, I took Evan from my wife and ran him over to the bed to determine the extent of his arm injury. Meanwhile, my wife is screaming at me, "should I call 911?" As I undressed my son from his sleeper, the mystery of the disconnected arm became apparent. Somewhere in the night, Evan's arm had made its way back up the sleeve to where his hand and most of his arm were inside his sleeper. Only his elbow was still in the actual sleeve in kind of a "chicken wing" formation. Apparently, my wife, still half asleep, had gotten up to address Evan's crying while I was in the shower. When she picked Evan up in the still dark bedroom, his arm felt "disconnected" to her, thus starting the above sequence of events.
After assuring my wife that all was okay, our adrenaline and fear immediately subsided. Talk about a way to start your day!
Now, I may get in trouble for sharing this story, as my wife was a bit embarrassed by her assessment of the situation. But truthfully, her reaction only showed me how much she cares for her boys.
I can only envision what the future will bring. I can see it now, one of our boys is the quarterback on the high school football team. One of the opposing players lays a cheap shot on one of my sons. It would not surprise me to see my 104 pound wife leap from the stands, run out on the field and whip the living *&%$ out of the opposing player.
Ahh, the love of a Mom -- there's nothing like it!
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