It occurs to me that I neglected to tell the story of how Chloë broke her leg.
I was close by and saw it out of the corner of my eye but it all happened so fast that it is hard for me to explain exactly what happened. However, Rob was with her (he was intermittently reading Chloë stories and watching TV--the other kids were in bed but Chloë had taken a late nap and was therefore still up at 9:30/10:00) and he knows, so I'll tell you his version.
Rob was sitting in the recliner and Chloë was standing next to him getting out books for him to read to her. She was dropping them on the floor in front of her and she ended up stepping on one and slipping on it. Unfortunately she's not the most coordinated creature, thanks to her mom, so she slips and falls quite frequently, but usually no major injury results. This time, however, as she fell, her right leg twisted under her and around to the back, creating a spiral or oblique fracture up her tibia. When I looked over I just saw her sitting on some books with her legs wrenched at weird angles and crying pretty hard.
She did calm down and go to bed a while later tho so we thought nothing major had happened. She cried some in the night but then she would settle down again.
In the morning Molly got her out of bed and brought her to our door and said that there was something wrong with her feet because she was shaking, crying, and collapsing as she was trying to stand up for Molly to pick her up.
It was then that we decided there was definitely something wrong and we took her to get an x-ray. My dad claims that I had a very specific cry that let him know that I had broken a bone, I wish Chloë had some way to let me know when to worry/not when to take her to the doctor/just give her comfort. :-P
