Precerpt from Raising God's Rainbow Makers: Baby Shane Breaks His Arm
We had a weekend free when Shane was about six months, learning to walk and I was stationed at Ft. Devens. MA. We decided to take the 2-hour trip north to my childhood home in Maine, where dozens of relatives still lived. It would be the first time that most of them saw Shane, and quite a crowd gathered at our old farmhouse. Unbenownst to the adults in the group. two of the teenagers had taken baby Shane upstairs, walker and all. We found out about it when he heard a thump-thump-thump as Shae and walker bounced down the stairs. The walker provided some protection, but he lay stunned, still in the walker at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up and said the only word he knew at the time, "Oh-oh!" It never is a good sign when a baby's first word is oh-oh. We picked him up off the floor, made sure he had no bruises or cuts. None. But he kept repeating oh-oh, so we took him to the local hospital in nearby NH. By golly, he had a broken arm! The doctors wrapped it and put ...