We were Boo'ed in a big way Halloween morning. The boys were playing so well in Caleb's bedroom. They were pretending that under Caleb's bed was their Ninja Turtle's lair. I was in the kitchen working on Halloween costumes. I heard a very loud thud, and a horrible cry. Caleb had fallen over his safety bed rail and onto the floor. He was in horrible pain. His face was as white as a ghost. I immediately called Jonathan. He came home from work. Caleb would not even lift his head up off of the pillow by himself. I called and made a doctor's appt for as early as possible. He perked up a bit, but went to play with his baseball bat and couldn't lift his arm. The story is: They were playing "trip each other" on the bed, and Caleb got "tripped" over the rail to the floor. Dylan was so worried about him. I dropped him off to Aunt Carole at her work and Caleb and I went to see Dr. Herbert. After lots of tears and an x-ray, we learned that Caleb had a cracked collarbone. (left side) Our first broken bone. I should have asked for the x-ray as a souvenir. A picture of bones seems to go with Halloween, right?!? This is the brace he wore for 3 weeks. He wore it happily really. I think it helped it not hurt. The pain from a broken collarbone is no joke. Bless my sweet baby. He was a brave boy.
We went to pick Dylan up and they had a little Halloween party going on at her office. Caleb ate suckers and played a bit.
After a nap in which he woke up from the pain, we watched a movie. They loved Air Bud: Beach Volleyball edition.
I did manage to get Caleb in his costume for a few pictures, but you can totally tell he didn't feel well at all.
Sir Dylan the knight. and the fire-breathing dragon.
Oh, and he hated the sweatsuit. Still refuses to wear it for whatever reason. Who knows. Maybe it brings back bad memories of this day when he broke his collarbone.
Dylan is always ready for some action.
My little dragon and his only smile of the afternoon.
Dylan's fall carnival at CAC happened to be on Halloween this year. Caleb only wanted me and I was working the carnival, so he came, too. Even though all of his grandparents and his Aunt Carole offered to keep him at home. He only wanted me. Dylan had fun playing games.
He only woke up twice that first night, and once the next. He started learning how to not use that left arm. He did great at compensating. He was a trooper. After 3 weeks, we had another x-ray that showed it is healing nicely. He no longer has to wear the brace, but we have to be careful for 3 more weeks. No rough housing, trampolines. And definitely no more monkeys jumping on the bed.
Sincerely,
"The Mommy who was happy to see Halloween end"
