This is NOT how I had planned to spend Mother's Day.
Update Monday 13 May:
My little bird with the broken wing is now home, and tucked up into bed sound asleep. She now has two pins holding the bones in her elbow together.
It wasn't the climbing on top of one's playhouse, it wasn't even the falling. It was the landing that was the problem.
I was going to make some deep and meaningful comment about how this related to Mother's Day and how wonderful mothers are at being there when our children need us the most, but to be honest I'm just exhausted from having spent the last two nights on a narrow stretcher in the children's ward.
Hope all you Mum's out there felt loved and appreciated this weekend.