So the flights were great. I made it all the way to San Jose without dying. Then I stopped at the restroom to change baby K and put her Snuggli carrier on the counter next to the changing table, turned to get a diaper and she fell head first, 3 feet to the marble floor. Thus ensued 2.5 hours of paramedics, large crowds at the airport watching the freaked out mom and screaming, hysterical baby, backboards, cat scans and an ambulance ride...not in that order. FUCK. Baby K has a huge shiner but according to the docs her head is OK but she looks like I beat her. gawd. We fly out at 6am. We had to leave the party early because Baby K was tired and there were way too many people. But on the bright side me and the baby got to sit alone in a lovely rose garden and we've had a lot of time to hang with each other and the weather has been great. Just vibe me double on the way back as they are expecting storms in Milwaukee and I really, really don't want any more crises this weekend. Thanks!