How ironic the last title post has come to be. Shortly after I took some pictures of the kids, Claire fell off the red chair and landed in the grass. The fall looked soft, and while she cried hard, I thought she was scared and not too hurt.
All through the night baby Claire cried. And cried. I took her to bed with me (something I haven’t done since she was 4 months old) and snuggled her close. We stayed up together until 4 am when we both fell asleep completely exhausted.
The next morning, she nursed her arm and was unable to crawl. I called her pediatrician in Rapid City and took in for an XRay.
Claire has 2 fractures in her left arm and is in a cast.
I can’t bring myself to post a picture as it just breaks my heart that I did not immediately take her to the ER the night it happened.
She is scooting around on her bum, unable to walk or crawl. She is mostly on my hip (even as I painted a wall and desk this morning) through out the day and seems to be doing OK.
Dang it anyway. It is always something around here.