So this past week the babies and I both got pretty bad colds. Let me tell you, taking care of two sick babies while you are sick yourself is not fun. I thought that was going to be the hardest part of the week. Snotty noses everywhere and crabby babies.
Then Thursday night around 10 I received a call from Will. I was expecting his to say "I finished up, I'm on my way home". Instead I got "I'm ok, but I was hit by a car and I am in an ambulance being taken to the emergency room". So many thoughts rushed through my head. At least he was ok. Now came the logistics. How am I going to get to the hospital with two sleeping babies at home and the van on campus. I don't know many people here in champaign and the people I do know all have kids. I really didn't feel like getting the babies up. My parents are an hour and a half away and they both had the day off on Friday because they were going out of town so they drove over. I was finally on my way to the hospital. By the time I get there X-rays are done and we know it is a broken fibula and a severely sprained ankle. I am so thankful because things could have been so much work. We get home and get him situated in our comfy new reclining chair, which by a strike of luck arrived that afternoon. At least he can have a comfy place to heal because when he left the house that morning we were basically living on a camping mat due to a furniture store mix up.
Now that everything seems to be ok I begin to realize how much work a husband with a broken leg and two 8 month old babies is going to be. He is such a hands on dad. I usually find myself in a count down until he can be home and help. Now he can't really do much except give them bottles and there is a lot more to taking care of twins than that. Also we don't know how he will get to work because he can't drive nor can he hobble all the way to the bus stop. Things should be interesting around here!!
We go to the ortho specialist tomorrow so he can get a more permanent cast and see how long he will have it. My wonderful parents stayed the weekend and took the babies home for the night so we can go to the appt with out them. So that is a big help. tomorrow we will find out just how overwhelming life is going to be for the next month or so. I thought twins were hard, the running joke is I now have triplets. All I can say when I start to get nervous about how much work is thank god the accident wasn't worse. Everyone is ok, frazzled but ok.