On Saturday evening James and the kids were wrestling, which really means they take turns jumping on Daddy (or even jump on him all at once), when all of a sudden there was a loud thud and Arran started wailing. He cried and fussed for quite a while as we tried to figure out what had happened and how badly hurt he was. As we debated whether or not a trip to the Emergency Room was in order, he regained control of himself and we decided that things were not as bad as he had been making out. He has his moments and has perfected the art of drama-queen over the years.
He was a little subdued the rest of the evening, but really not too bad. The next morning though, he woke up yelling for us, obviously in pain and unable to even get out of his bed on his own. It was then that James decided that we really did need to get things checked out further. Off they went to the hospital, as I got the girls ready for church.
A sad little boy walked into church a couple of hours later, arm in a sling, tears streaming down his face (not because he was in pain, but because he did not want to wear the uncomfortable sling). My first thought was that it must have been a sprain, but I was wrong, he had a broken collar bone! My poor little boy.
I had to talk him into letting me take his photograph, to document the event. At first he was very reluctant, telling me that I like him to smile for photos and that he did not feel like smiling. So here is the mug shot, I mean all he needs is to be holding up a board with his name and number on it, to complete the look, don't you think?
Here is a photo of his x-ray, showing his broken collar bone, which we hope will heal, uneventfully. He has to wear the sling for three to four weeks and is pretty impaired as it is his right arm in the sling and he is right-handed. But we will all survive.
You can see his collar bone, which should have a soft downward curve, broken and pointing up :(
Oh Juanita - I'm so sorry! When our kids are in pain it's so hard!!! He looks so sad. My brother broke his collar bone falling out of a tree fort when he was about 12. . . and he healed up just fine. He had to wear a back brace that held his shoulder back so that it would heal correctly.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it kind of funny how kids get hurt playing with Dad? Josiah had to go get stitches for a cut on his head last year after hitting a door frame. And he should have had stitches years ago on his forhead after hitting a corner, but we weren't very savvy yet and waited until morning - by then it was too late and he just has a cool scar!