Tests, Scans, DHS and police (part 2)

In the night a doctor came to our room and told us that we would most likely go home the next day by noon, but they would do another scan in the morning. The next day they did another CT scan and we asked about the skeletal scan we were told in the emergency room that they were required to do. No one knew much about that (and all day we kept reminding people that we were told this scan was protocol.) They ended up doing these scans, but apparently "the real expert" was not involved. Every time someone had come to our room with a white lab coat, we figured they knew what they were talking about. Turns out "the real expert" was on medical leave and did not return until day 6 of our stay at the hospital. In the mean time, They did more scans and tests and at one point thought she had 3 skull fractures and 1 leg fracture. (it ended up that those were misread scans- horrible experience in itself. And she has 2 skull fractures one from ear to top on left side and one from ear almost to top on right side.) DHS got involved and brought a cop to interrogate us 1:1 for suspected child abuse. The cop was not nice to me at all (he thought I would say that I didn't believe my mom and that she had been abusive.) I did not doubt my mom and have not been upset with her- I guess that's weird, but my best analogy is that it's almost like a tornado- a horrible event that could have happened to any one of us at any given time that we were not able to control. At any rate, we were in the hospital for 6 days trying to get answers and finally the "real specialist" returned from being on medical leave, declared that Baby was fine and we were innocent and we were released. It really was horrible. There were a couple of good things- #1 Baby is doing well (I guess this happens more often then people think) she is happy and healthy. #2 my husband, my mom, my dad, his mom, his dad and his sister and I were all in the hospital together during this time and we really grew closer. I think it was really good for my mom because she was (and still is) tearing herself apart and thought we should all hate her forever, but none of us do so that was amazing and a true blessing. Baby then spent the rest of week 11 at our house with my mother-in-law. This week we were supposed to take her to day care, but they (and frankly, I) did not feel comfortable taking her just yet and we will meet to reevaluate in another week. So my husband and I are a working opposite hours to be home with her.
That's really been my life lately... but again, nothing could be better then the fact that she is Happy, Healthy and Home.