Glad to hear that she was alright and you crossed another bridge in mothering, surely to be repeated many times.
I know I can get insane with worrying. I start climbing the walls in some kind of primal freak out.
Do you remember that song a couple years ago with this guy saying all sorts of advice with the refrain, 'trust me about the sunscreen'? In it, he says, 'worry, but realize that worrying is as effective as solving algebra by chewing gum.' Something like that. And what I always remember is him saying how the things we worry so much about rarely happen, but it's the random Tuesday afternoon when we get that call...
Which is both reassuing and frightening so once again we're back to 'no control'. Which sucks!!