Warning

Our nurse came into Ava's room about ten minutes ago and told us that the hospital had called Code Tango -- for those who don't speak Hospital, that's window-shattering weather.  Violent winds.  Tornadoes.

She had just finished telling us that it had only been called twice in her thirty three years here.

I've learned never to say the unlikely won't happen to us.  That's the whole reason we're here with our little squishy.

So here we are, hunkered down in our bathroom, awaiting God knows what with a flimsy shield of pillows and blankets, ready to shield our child with our bodies if necessary.

Some idiot parent nearby remains on her couch texting next to her huge room window while a nurse shelters her baby.  Did I say idiot?  I meant neglectful idiot.  No apologies.

Jason snoozes against the shower wall with Ava sleeping soundly in her daddy's arms.  I will never forget this. Out of all the danger we were prepared to be on guard for during this time, this is one event we never foresaw....