Norah's First Christmas
It was the night before Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve Eve, if you will. While some of the kids were playing others were trying to get out of Dodge with the baby. In an effort to actually protect Norah, by removing her from the crazy, the sweet thang tripped and Norah fell, hard. Her cry was strange, one we hadn't heard before. And nursing didn't comfort her. So off to the ER we went, and thus began our 24 hour adventure. First praise : Mark's parents were here staying with us through Christmas, so we were able to both go to the hospital! We thought it was sprained, or maybe dislocated, so our jaws dropped when the X-rays came back showing a broken femur. A broken femur!! I thought baby's bones were made out of rubber? Not so, my friends, not so. They hadn't ruled out her needing surgery, so they wouldn't let me nurse her. NO BUENO. Then they told us the hospital we were at didn't do children's bone settings and casts, she needed to go to CH...