Poor baby. I did take him to the pediatrician, since he seemed to be sleepier than normal, but she felt like he looked okay, especially since he fell on a tough part of the skull. Regardless, I took him home on concussion watch. He was clingy, but otherwise okay, and I got some smiles, too.
Fast forward to Saturday. He still wasn't himself. He was fine while he was still, but he was wincing and crying in pain whenever I picked him up or moved him or he tried to crawl. He wasn't wanting to do much of anything but sit on my lap and be quiet. So, I took him to the children's ER. Check out the cute hospital gown:
There, he got a CT scan (just in case on the head bump) and an x-ray of his chest, where the doctor was able to confirm a broken left clavicle. We got fitted into an apparatus like a backpack and a sling for his arm to help keep him from using it. Here he is right after getting fitted for his sling and hanging out with me in the ring sling.
Between the two slings, that arm wasn't going anywhere. :)
We figured out how to manage the carseat straps, and headed home from the ER:
Monkey tried to make everything better. Dexter's been sleeping well (here he is sleeping in the set of stuff):
It's been a tough week turning one. He had hand-foot-and-mouth disease over the weekend (during his party), and he got 12-month shots on Wednesday. Together with this fall, we're happy to wait awhile for more birthdays.



















