Another trip to the er.

Last Sunday, about 15 seconds after we walked in the door from church, Cooper rolled off the couch and landed on the floor.  Not an uncommon occurrence during playtime in our house.  Except that this time, he started crying.  And when I asked him to raise his arm in the air so I knew it was ok, he wouldn't/couldn't.  I gave him something to drink and he intentionally didn't use his right arm.  He wouldn't let me touch the area around his right shoulder, and his crying intensified whenever I moved him (to take off his shirt or to pick him up off the couch).

So we loaded up the car and headed to the er.

(Am I a bad mom that I intentionally ran back in the house to grab the camera?)

And did I mention that Parker was with us?  And that I was the only grown-up in the house at the time?

Once we got settled into a room, Cooper was doing fine.  Any kind of movement (getting in and out of the car, walking across the parking lot, getting up on the bed, laying down for an x-ray) was not pleasant, but he was fine just sitting.

Especially because I kept shoving snacks at him.

Truthfully, the boys couldn't have been better for me.  One of them couldn't get off the bed even if he wanted to.  And the other was pretty calm and helpful.  (Frankly, it was easier keeping an eye on them at the hospital than at home where they run and yell nonstop.)

A nice nurse brought them stickers.

And coloring books:

Eventually, Coop was diagnosed with a fractured collar bone.  He has to gets to wear this stylish sling for 3-4 weeks, along with an ace wrap to keep his arm tethered to his body.

Yeah, I'm sure that'll be easy to do for a 3-year-old.