(below is from an email I sent this morning)
Worst night ever last night. Tripped over Jimmy on the way through the front door (I seriously didn't see him, he just got right under my feet), fell w/Jane in car seat, she hit ground hard, seemed OK, called doc, they said to keep an eye on her, she wigged out about an hour later, got ridiculously fussy and weird-acting, called doc again, he sent us to CT Children's Medical Center, after a couple hours there they determined she seemed fine from the fall but did have an ear infection, she threw up all meds they tried to give her, they had to give her butt tylenol (don't ask), we went to 24 hour CVS, WORST PLACE EVER, I swear to God I'm writing a letter about how horrible they were, finally got her home around 9, put her antibiotic in her bottle, she actually took it, and went to bed. Finally sat down at about 10. Not exactly the kickoff to the weekend I wanted. Her mood was pretty good this morning. Suffice to say, no boat today and hopefully we'll be able to get down there tomorrow - but I refuse to make any plans anymore. And the guilt of the whole thing is a magnificent cherry on top of my crap sundae.