No more monkeys jumping on the bed

Last night Davin took a little tumble off of his bed. He woke us up at about 1:30 am with his cries, and I stumbled into the dark room to find him on the floor. He cried for about 45 minutes while Chris and I tried to get him to settle down. Finally he drifted off to sleep, but he woke up every couple of hours or so and started crying again. We are staying at Chris's grandparents' house in Austin, TX, so we thought that maybe he was scared of the new surroundings or that he was just having a hard time sleeping because of our long day of travel. In the morning as we were getting ready for church, I noticed that when I picked him up he would start to cry. We started poking and prodding him to see if something was wrong and determined that he needed to see a doctor. After several phone calls (these things always happen on Sunday when you are out of town and no one wants to take your lame student insurance), we finally concluded that we would take him to the emergency room. Despite the long wait, the doctor and nurses were really friendly and helped Davin despite his grumpy state. The x-rays revealed that Davin broke his clavicle bone on the right side. Poor little guy! There isn't much you can do for a clavicle break, especially with a two-year-old. He won't wear the sling, so the best that we can do is keep him comfortable and to keep him from falling. So far he hasn't been too grumpy, but he still has his moments where he is uncomfortable.
Davin showing off his hospital band on his ankle.

Comments

camie said…

what a brave little boy you have. little davin is so darling. i love looking at all his pictures. it seems like yesterday he was a little baby and we were hanging out in charlottesville. where does the time go?
give the little man a hug from me and tell him to get better soon.
camie

May 11, 2007 at 8:02 PM

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