France, I love you. First, that they sent people so quickly when it was probably just worried parents freaking out (good thing Mika said "our son is short of breath" when he called instead of "he gave his mom a hug" or they wouldn't have taken us seriously). Second, how are they all attractive? It's just like the sage femmes (midwives) at the hospital. They're all gorgeous.
So they came in with their uniforms (oh my) and proceeded to check Leo out in the bedroom while I was stuck on the stupid couch (bed rest sucks when you want to see pompiers in action)!
But fear not, I got my share of the action, too. I started having a mild panic attack: my heart was racing, I was short of breath, and I felt dizzy. So one of the pompiers came in and checked me out. He said I was fine, I just needed to take it easy. Well, that's kind of hard to do when I'm worried about my son and I'm stuck on the couch and can't do anything.
|Back to banging pots and pans this morning|
All said and done, my boys were home 4.5 hours from the time Mika had called the pompiers. I guess that's really not too bad when you think about it, though it was WAY past someone's bedtime (mine).
Anyway, thank you France for such great care. And attractive people. Hubby definitely needs to be a pompier for Halloween. Stay tuned.
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