I'm not a panicky parent. I don't freak out too often about stuff.
At least, I don't think do.
Sure, if a kid walks in the room with a staple driven through her gums (like my sister once did), I'm going to freak the freaking freak out! If Eliza, our 4 month old, were to hover above our bed, covered in blood, then I'm going to lose my mind. Not saying I see that happening, but you know, babies are weird sometimes.
Today, Evie had a sore throat and complained that her neck hurt. Immediately, my wife made a doctor appointment and called the school to let them know she would not be there today.
I took her to the doctor because, to quote my wife, "any time a child complains about their neck hurting, you should take them to the doctor because there could be a spinal injury!"
Now, it isn't like Evie's been playing full contact football. She barely watched half of the Super Bowl. But, she does get dinged up as kids do, so I agreed to take her.
Nothing was wrong. She's got a cold. That's it.
So she stayed home with me for the whole day for no reason, and it was fun. We went to Burger King and got a little snack. We binge-watched some tv on Netflix. We drove to Mandan so I could see about trading my iPhone for a Galaxy S6 (ended up backing out on the deal because the seller's phone was a little too scuffed up). It was a good day, overall.
I'm not complaining that my wife was concerned. I'm glad she is. It evens us out when my attitude is, "Meh, she's probably not gonna die from it." I'm pretty grateful she keeps our kids from "probably not dying."
