“Yea, I think it’s fine, just a rib out of place so it hurts to breathe.”

I was on the phone explaining the situation to my husband in the aftermath of me trying to pack up for a family trip on my own. I am willing to admit, I have a problem. I am very motivated to do things on my own, sometimes to the detriment of my own body. Like in this instance, when I was doing a lot of heavy lifting (luggage, pack-n-play, double stroller) after a few days of nearly constantly holding my (growing and heavy) teething baby which had put a strain on my back. I decided I could get our stuff ready to load up and I was not waiting around for my sweet husband to be home (in which case he would have certainly been trying to do all of these things for me!). While I thought it would all be fine, my back decided it had other plans.