This is a good news, good news, good news, bad news post.
The first good news is that Francis is feeling much better. She hasn’t had a fever in days, and her appetite has returned in full. The second good news is related: I don’t think I got strep from the other night’s unorthodox maneuver. The third good news is that on my day off yesterday, we finally bought and assembled bunk beds. Francis has long wanted bunk beds, and we’d been planning on putting her and George in the same room to free up a room for the baby. The bunks are great, and they’re already outfitted with Spider Man and Dora sheets.
The bad news is that George fell out of them yesterday and broke his collarbone. Before you go blaming the bunk beds (or the parents), know that he fell out of the bottom bunk while sleeping. We heard a thump around 10:00 last night and saw that he had fallen out of bed. Unable to console the usually stoic George, we started getting worried after an hour of wimpering. We couldn’t feel anything obviously wrong, and eventually he calmed down and went back to sleep. He woke again every couple of hours, and just wasn’t the same kid we’re used to.
Sure enough, an x-ray this morning showed that he broke his left clavicle. He has a brace that pulls his arms back, so now he struts around like a professional wrestler.
by Sally
America - My answer is that government insurance if so called "socialized medicine" sucks. Poor George his parents made him sleep all night with a broken clavicle because as my dad says if it ain't black it ain't broken Ame!
Sally - Yes, yes… your father and mine – ha! I'm the daughter of an ER doctor and I can tell some "awesome" horror stories. When I was about 8 years old I broke my arm just as my dad was pulling up from a long day at work. He looked at it, decided I had broken it, and decided he was too tired to go back to work. So… he duct taped it to an old desk name plate he had and we went in the morning. Who does that? 😉 I survived though…
Kristen - LOL, sally. that's the funniest story ever. That's so sad about Georgie.
America - Who does that? Your dad only!!! Seriously that is scary! My dad took me in I think it was three days later when I would not shut up!