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Mar 05, 2012 21:49

When I was younger, there were fewer things in life that frightened me. As I've gotten older, I've gained more in my life to lose, so obviously I've also gained the fear of losing it as well.

The same seems to be so for my husband as well.

It was last week, and baby_rhino and I had just returned home, me from work, her from daycare. Dr_co is currently on nights, so he was actually home, and happily took baby_rhino to his lap for a little snuggling before he had to get to work.

I mentioned that I was surprised to see him still at home, and he replied that he had to stay a little later this morning. A trauma had come in, he said, where a TV had crushed the head of a 3 month old.

I asked how the little one was doing, and he gave me an odd look. He then explained that he had actually meant crushed, as in multiple skull fractures crushed. Thus the need he had for a little quality time from baby_rhino.

It seems incomprehensible to me - that you'd have the possibility of encountering one of your worst fears during a standard work day. I know that as far as that goes, it isn't something I need to worry about too much; software user documentation is rarely dangerous to your health. And while I know that it is incredibly unlikely that a 3 month old was able to pull the tv onto itself, I can't help but feel so lucky that we've managed to get baby_rhino to 6.5 months.
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