Christmas Comedy of Errors (part 1)

My cousin's wife will be bearing the new Hennessy child in a couple weeks (I keep hoping that child will decide s/he would rather meet me than be born on his/her due date, seeing as how Tina was the size of 36 weeks when she was 32 weeks.)

That all said, my cousin's wife decided the best possible thing for her to do on a Saturday afternoon two weeks before her due date would be to fall down a flight of stairs.

THE BABY IS FINE. EVERYONE CALM DOWN.

My cousin acted on instinct, and did the obvious thing for one to do when your massively pregnant wife falls down the stairs -- and he called his parents and asked them what he should do. Fortunately for him, my aunt is a member of the first aid squad.

My aunt said, "Hold on!" and ran and got the town's ambulance and drove it right over to my cousin's. My mother said she saw my aunt driving the ambulance on the way to the hospital, sirens blaring. My mom said it was obvious it was my aunt -- you can't miss the white hair. My aunt proudly said she made it to the hospital in no time.

My cousin's wife is fine, except for being cranky that they don't really give you painkillers when you're nine months pregnant. Also, that she'll be having a newborn while she has a broken ankle for four weeks minimum (and that's if she doesn't go into labor early.) And also that she is frequently trapped in the recliner when my family surrounds her for town political discussions.