This is how Rowan spent the day:
She made a break for it in the supermarket and managed to get out of the trolley harness. I suspect she intended a rather more elegant escape than falling head first onto the tiles...
We headed straight for A&E, where she spent half of the day barely conscious, and lay *perfectly* still for the CT scan (so not like her, but we were rather grateful for that small mercy anyhow). The doctors were wonderful with her. When she refused point blank to move her legs, one of them offered to let her kick him. It didn't persuade her to move her limbs but it did get a smile (and she recovered use of her limbs when someone came to give her Calpol - she came and hid behind my chair)! The last time I saw her so out of it she was ten months old and wired up to all kinds of medical equipment. It was terrifying to be back there, and with the same baby no less.
And she's fine now. Back to her normal self, eating, drinking, chattering, skipping around like a loon, and fighting with Morgan (you know things are back to normal when they are well enough to bicker over toys).
Oh goodness it's so great to be back home with my babies. :(
Kids: When mama says you must sit DOWN in the trolley seat... This is why. :(