I was in the midst of making some good-news phone calls last night when Lucy came running upstairs. "Umm, Mommy? James is REALLY hurt. Me and Caleb and James were fighting and Caleb jumped on Jamsies' back and now he's really crying. And I didn't even do anything!"
I admit I did not rush to the scene immediately, as this is a typical occurrence in our home (wrestling, crying, etc.). When the crying didn't cease, I decided to check it out. James was lying on his back grabbing his shoulder screaming out in pain. "Everyone to their rooms - early to bed tonight!" I ever so gently commanded. After talking to Lucy and Caleb individually to get what REALLY happened, James had already cried himself to sleep. I thought he would get over it, but when he woke up screaming in pain again in his shoulder at 9pm, I decided I better whip out the ol' sports medicine evaluation of his shoulder (which pretty much I've forgotten everything - so I was it was down to mother's intuition) and decided there was a pretty good chance he had broken his collar bone.
Luckily, Bryce was home by then, so I was able to take James to the ER. We were only there an hour and a half and it was determined from the X-Ray that he did indeed break his clavicle.
James was very brave through it all and he even got to see the picture thy took of his bones! And he got to sit up in the hospital bed watching Jay Leno (until I figured out how to change the channel)! They sent him home in a sling and doctors orders of "no rough play" for 2 weeks (easier said than done).
