A supermarket shopping trolley tipped over and deposited George on the concrete last Wednesday. We ended up at the Children's Hospital, where they did a CT scan and found that our tiny baby had fractured her skull and bruised her brain.
We are home now, and keeping George very close to us these last few days, very close and very quiet. She needs calm, darkened, peaceful cuddles while she recovers from her injury, and after that we will be under the care of the Brain Injuries Unit at the Children's Hospital, who will monitor her development for some time.
She is doing very well though; behaving just as she should. Her chances of making a full recovery are great. Me, I am a little shaken, and gripped with emotion every time I see that big lopsided dimple, those hugely fat legs, that goofy expression. I can't stop rubbing my face against her delicate, fragile little head. And we have cancelled all bunga-bunga parties at the Mogantosh Ranch for the near future.