Saturday afternoon while Ian was napping we went down to the Jones’ to meet their newest addition who had arrived the night before and was having a sunbath in daddy’s arms on the lawn. I went in to talk to the new mama and after a few minutes I heard Jerome crying really hard and ran out to see him standing in the middle of the yard, crying on Daddy and looking otherwise fine. Apparently Peter and Jerome had been sitting together on the grass enjoying the day and the neighbors when Peter asked Jerome to go check on Ian. Jerome had jumped up to run and tripped over Peter’s foot. It was an accident and he didn’t fall very hard or far, and he stopped crying pretty quickly but needed a nap later and was a little weepy even after the Motrin kicked in. For the past two days he hasn’t used his right arm or hand much at all, and can’t extend it. He would hold it carefully still beside him and even cradle it with his left hand. It’s also a little swollen. Yikes. I hurt just looking at the poor guy. So this evening Tim and Peter took him in for x-rays and he comes home with a cast on his arm! He’s got the first break in this family, poor little guy. Later this week we’re going to have a Pediatric Orthopedic surgeon look at him since it’s a “radial head compression fracture” near his growth plate. So much for handwriting this week, or the next. 😉
I am very grateful it wasn’t any worse, however, and Jerome’s a little trooper!
