celts in kilts and babes in the ER!

Today I'm feeling off... a little sorry for myself, a little sad, a little "abandoned" (for lack of a better word). Its silly, but I can't quite shake it. I haven't gotten the responses I thought I would to an invite I sent out, and I'm trying not to be stupid about it... but that combine with the reaction of some people to the story I'm going to share below, well it just combine to make me feel a little bit alone today. I'll get over it, but I guess I needed to get it out first.

So, the weekend... what an eventful one it was.

Saturday was the Celtic Classic. Oh how I LOVE the CC!! Gwen got decked out in her Irish best:

Me too!

My brother had come on Friday night, and we all made the drive up to Bethlehem, where we met my mom and dad.

We had a great time walking around and looking at vendors, eating good food, enjoying a beer or Jamisons, listening to music, and watching games.

I love my family!

Gwen loved seeing her Nonnie and Papa.

And enjoyed walking them around.

My silly girl...

We had a great time.

About 4:30 or so, about a half hour before we were going to leave anyway... Gwen was running in circles, holding her Daddy's hand, when she tripped and her arm got pulled. Poor girl was in pain afterwards, and cried every time she used the arm. We hoped in the car, headed home (thankfully she fell asleep on the way down), and called our pedi to ask what we should do. She sent us to C.H.O.P.

Ahh, baby's first ER visit!
(As an aside, CHOP is a-may-zing! If you are in the Philly area, and ever have to take your children to the emergency room, go to CHOP. They made our ER visit as good as one can be.)

I had already guessed what was wrong, since a girl I know had something similar happen with her son: Nursemaid's Elbow. My suspicions were confirmed, and thankfully it was a super easy fix, and only about 5 -10 minutes later Gwen was using her arm like normal.

It really sucked though, seeing my baby in pain, not able to fix it. I hated it, and now I'm so paranoid that it will happen again. We are being super careful ourselves, we warned daycare, and that's all we can do.

The rest of our weekend was thankfully uneventful and low-key.

As for today, I have to work late, so Trav is taking baby-duty through bedtime. Hopefully it goes well for him!

And that's all I have for now.





Ps. Just for fun... riding her horsey: