Dd tripped over her feet yesterday resulting in a mad dash to A&E.
I just threw her, 3-week-old ds and a couple of nappies into the car and screamed off.
A number of times during our 12-hour-stay in hospital I was enormously grateful that I am successfully bfing ds. I had exactly the right amount of milk at the right temperature, all sterile and ready for him whenever needed. I barely had to give him a thought - just bung him on the boob and concentrate on dd.
(Dd now fine btw - 6 stitches and a few wobbly teeth, but nothing that won't mend).