You ask, "Is Reba OK?"

Yes, Reba is fine. She is scared to go through her doggie-door now, but she is fine. You ask, "Why would she be scared to go through the doggie-door?"

The foolish husband left his tennis shoes laying on the floor in the front room. My wife, Miranda, with the graceful and always present dexterity of a greek goddess, had gotten up to answer her cell phone while holding Cooper. In route to her cell phone on the kitchen counter, she tripped over the aforementioned oaf of a husband's shoes. This kicked off a domino effect which sent her forward and in the direction of one of the bouncy seats. Hooking her foot on one of the legs of the bouncy seat, Miranda attempted to recover her balance and fell towards the swing. Once falling into the swing, Miranda's "fight or flight reaction" kicked in and she quickly tucked her newborn son under her arm as I could only imagine what looked like the Heisman trophy stance...if he was tripping...

With one arm tucking Cooper and the other arm trying to grab anything it could, Miranda in an instant knew what she must do. She abandoned all hope of landing softly and proceeded to tuck the second arm around Cooper and protect her son, with the strength and agility of a mother cheetah protecting her cub.
A mother's sacrifice...her own well-being not even a factor in her decision, Miranda proceeded to go head first into our back door. This being no flimsy interior door, rather a re-inforced exterior door, the weakest piece of the door is what gave...the doggie-door.

The oaf was at his office desk when he heard a shriek let out...the shriek of his dear wife...the love of his life...the mother of his children...the very reason he was put onto this earth...what was I talking about? Oh yea, she screamed.

The husband is an oaf...no question...but in that instant, with fear and adrenaline being released and coursing through his veins...he vaulted himself towards the kitchen, with the speed of an Olympic sprinter...a likely comparison would be Usain Bolt...

He found his dear wife on the ground with one arm clutching Cooper and the other holding her head. He checked his wife's head for bleeding but when finding none, his attention quickly turned to his only son, the heir to his legacy, who never made a peep, but instead sat silently staring up at his parents.

I am happy to report that mother and son are fine.

The oaf's attempt at humor:
"How 's the weather outside?"
"Go Rams!"
"That will be a 15-yard penalty, leading with the helmet"
"Just glad we didnt get a glass sliding door!"
"Honey, if you want to stay home with the babies, just ask, no need to hurt yourself!"
"Honey, it looks like you have a missed call"