On Wednesday evening (yes, Wednesday evening) Sawyer fell off of a kitchen stool while I stood next to him chopping chives. It was a thud that every mother hates to hear. The smack of the side of his head onto the hard floor below. It made me sick.
I scooped him up and tried to comfort him. He was crying. He was dripping from his eyes, nose and mouth (just saliva, but lots of it). I checked his pupils and they responded to light. He finally settled down after about 20 minutes. I was so worried about his poor head. I knew it hurt. I heard it and it hurt my head just hearing it repeat in my head over and over and over again.
When he finally calmed down enough, he touched his collar bone and said, "boo-boo." I hadn't even realized that he had landed on his shoulder area. I had been so concerned about his head. Sawyer was able to move his arm and was even able to put his arm into his bib with minimal discomfort.
He seemed better. Just bruised.
Thursday he seemed the same. He complained a little about his boo-boo, but not a lot. Mostly when I would try to pick him up (under the arm, I kept forgetting about that poor shoulder).
Friday afternoon my mother and I realized he had a bump on his collar bone. Our doctor's office told me to take him to the Emergency Room. (I waited two days before I called.)
After a short visit and an x-ray later, it was confirmed that he has fractured his left clavicle (collar bone). Poor guy. I feel terrible for him.
The P.A. who saw him said that he thought Sawyer looked great and didn't see any reason to put him in a sling or in a figure-eight, but that we should follow up with an orthopedic specialist. (I guess it's a good thing we already have one ...) However, since Friday, he is not using his arm as much. He holds it to his side while he runs. Oh, and he said not to let him run or jump or climb for four weeks. Uh, yeah, right ...