Get the name of the hospital, just in case the cell phone batteries die and you have no idea where the hell they are.
Make coffee, you’ll be up anyway.
Find a quiet place to receive your multitude of telephone calls and bring your favorite blanket and new robe that your husband got you because he’s nice.
Be calm (at least while you’re on the phone) you can freak out when you hang up.
Plan to fly there immediately, even if you cannot.
Eat chicken taquitos and diet coke for breakfast. You'll feel better.
Call your bitches (aka supportive friends who know just the right thing to say).
Act like you’re making rational decisions when speaking with your husband about flying out that very minute.
Start some laundry, because heaven knows you’ve waited until the last minute AGAIN and the luggage sniffing dogs would surely find your period panties and bark like crazy to alert everyone in line that there is a homicidal slasher boarding the plane.
Should Not Do:
Don’t try and catch up on your sleep with a nap, as your mind will go places you never want to wander.
Don’t look up “fluid on brain” on the computer.
Don’t book a flight, just yet.
Don’t say scary things to the girlfriend because she’ll freak out too.
Don’t try and do math (this always applies to me).
Don’t forget to pray. Hard.
Here’s a quote from DrewBacca.com that spells it all out for me:
“ … dealing with some very sad family news. Its been very difficult to want to write anything funny.
Sometimes I wish I were back in second grade. Making people laugh was so effortless back then. All I had to do was stand on a chair in my classroom and say “Penis farts!” and I’d have people doubled-over screaming “Bravo!”, “Brilliant!” and “Get this man another chocolate milk!” But sadly, I’m somewhat of a grown-up now, and that material doesn’t fly so well. […] thanks or being patient with me.