So it turns out that this:

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Plus this:

Equals this:

bone

And 10 days of this:

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AAAGGGGH. Anyone have a broken bone story to make me feel less guilt-ridden and awful?

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105 Responses to “Basic math”

  1. Chelle on April 18th, 2012 7:27 pm

    My son’s most recent broken arm (His fourth. He’s 13. There’s some scary math for you) happened during a social gathering that I was hosting on my front porch and I MADE THE CHILD WAIT TO GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM UNTIL I HAD FINISHED MY GLASS OF WINE.

    Parent. Of. The. Year.

  2. Ellie on April 18th, 2012 7:29 pm

    I don’t have any broken bone stories but I will say that, in my opinion, a little boy with a broken collar bone because he was doing tricks on his bike is better than a little boy without a broken collar bone because he was sitting on the couch watching TV.

  3. Janet on April 18th, 2012 7:33 pm

    Pshht. Broken bones on boys is so…normal. Stuff like that’s just going to happen sometimes. He can ride the heck out of that bike, that’s for sure! My 9 yr old has no interest at all. I feel like parent of the year for not forcing him to learn. I don’t think I’ve ever known a child who didn’t know how to ride a bike! Don’t feel guilty.

  4. Sarah Lena on April 18th, 2012 7:34 pm

    Yes.

    Jack was three when he fell off the monkey bars at school and BROKE HIS FUCKING ARM but because he’s a total badass (or he was when he was three) he didn’t tell anyone for SIX FUCKING HOURS.

    Hope that helps.

  5. Tina on April 18th, 2012 7:37 pm

    When my son was 5 he broke his collar bone playing games in the yard with other kids at a social gathering we were all at with friends. And we didn’t know, we thought he was just being a bit of a fussy kid. I felt bad when it was still hurting the next day, we took him to the Dr. and it turned out to be broken. (That’ll teach me to roll my eyes when he’s fussing!) I guess its an easy bone to break. He just had a sling and the Dr. said to let him do what he wanted to do, he’d stop if it hurt too much (and kids listen to pain better then adults). SO…we went off to soccer practice for him and his brother and he wanted to play, so I let him. But felt conflicted about it.

  6. Tamara on April 18th, 2012 7:37 pm

    I was babysitting a 4 year old who snuck out onto the unfinished back deck (only built out to the studs) and promptly fell and “hurt his arm.” I totally thought he was faking, and later that night his parents took him to the emergency room. Broken arm. I felt awful.

  7. Johanna on April 18th, 2012 7:40 pm

    Last week my 4 year old nephew begged my sister to take the training wheels off his bike. He ended up with a broken collarbone later that day. It happens!

  8. bibliogrrl on April 18th, 2012 7:43 pm

    When we were little, me and my sister (4 years younger) and the girls down the block had a tag like game we made up called “Cookie Monster”. I have no idea what the rules were other than we ran around yelling COOKIE MONSTER and the sidewalks were streams that once crossed, rendered you safe.

    We were playing and my 4 or 5 year old sister fell. The dad told her she was fine and sent her home. Not so, she had a greenstick fracture of her wrist (that earned her a GIANT TEDDY BEAR OF GUILT when he found out. Oh god he felt terrible). She spent 6 weeks in a cast and was no worse for the wear when they cut it off.

    Two weeks later I fell off MY bike and ended up in a plaster over the elbow cast for the summer. And my mom totally thought they were going to call child protective services on us.

  9. Maggie on April 18th, 2012 7:46 pm

    My peanut walked in front of her big sis on the swings when she was just 2 and the impact with the ground busted her collarbone. The worse, though, was me repeatedly telling my husband “She is fine, it’s just bruised.” I felt like a real asshole when I saw the X-ray. She is 6 now and no broken bones since *knocks wood*.

  10. Stevie on April 18th, 2012 7:47 pm

    I broke my collar bone when I was 7. It happened when I was playing in the front yard with our neighbors. They had a daughter who was several years older. She was laying on her back in our front yard and I was sitting on her (get your mind out of the gutter) feet. She launched me several feet in the air and several feet forward. I landed flat on my front and cracked the bone.

    It was a tiny fracture, but to this day you can see the difference between the two clavicles, and one of my shoulders is slightly lower than the other. I’m not bothered by it one bit, though!

    Hope Dylan’s ok!

  11. Meagan on April 18th, 2012 7:49 pm

    Not really, but one of my favorite tennants (sp?) of Free Range parenting is that it’s not a real childhood unless you break a bone (or two). I personally broke my arm twice: once in sports, once while being a jackass.

  12. Michelle on April 18th, 2012 7:50 pm

    When I was nine, I broke my arm trying to do a cartwheel off of the picnic table. My parents made me go to school with my arm in a sling made out of a dish towel for three days before they finally brought me to the doctor. If I hadn’t been allowed to be in the “dangerous” situation that led to me breaking my arm, I would have had a much less awesome childhood. The worst part of the whole situation was that my fourth grade teacher made me do my cursive homework with my non-dominant hand. That totally sucked.

  13. Chris on April 18th, 2012 7:53 pm

    I did much bigger jumps that that on a bike when I was a kid with no helmet or any other safety devices and never broke anything. We didn’t think of that stuff back then. I was lucky. Sometimes luck runs out. You can never eliminate all risk in your children’s lives. Even if you could, that would be a hella boring life.

  14. Megan on April 18th, 2012 8:04 pm

    Totally did that when I was three. Except it wasn’t a cool bike story – I was crawling up to a cabinet where I shouldn’t have to get the gumball machine I wasn’t supposed to have and I fell (probably served me right for not listening!. I knew something hurt but couldn’t convey that since my mom didn’t believe me until the next morning when the doctor informed us it was broken. Sweet brace and all. She of course felt horrible and I got some gumballs :)

  15. Courtney on April 18th, 2012 8:05 pm

    Wait, Dylan didn’t break his collarbone from the impact of coming off the bike jump onto the ground, did he? That seems so innocuous? Or did he run into something in the garage?

    Ditto the person who said that a kid who breaks his arm outside riding his bike (with his helmet on like Dylan) is probably still better off than the kid inside watching TV.

    And holy cow, what a bike rider! Good for you for raising active kids :)

  16. natalie on April 18th, 2012 8:05 pm

    My then-19 month old climbed out of her crib, caught her leg on the way down, broke both bones in the lower leg. NINETEEN MONTHS. Spent 2 months in a hard cast, then had a walking boot. I LOVED being asked how that happened when we were out and about, let me tell you. (She’s 3 now, and totally fine. But OY. That was a long few months.)

  17. Christy on April 18th, 2012 8:12 pm

    My brother broke his collarbone falling off his bunk bed. The awful part? My parents didn’t think he could be too hurt, so they waited until morning to take him to the doctor. He cried all night :( Same brother fell off his bike a few years later, which resulted in a compound fracture. That one required surgery. It didn’t stop him – he’s always been very adventurous and daring.

  18. Angela R on April 18th, 2012 8:13 pm

    When Ella was 3, her brother took a running leap and tackled her… Ella would not stop crying and every time I’d hug her to comfort her, she’d shriek in pain. Promptly took her to the ER. I could not handle it when they put her in this X-ray contraption for small children.. Like a tourture sling or something. I lost it. Bawled and had to leave the room while they took the X-rays. Turns out Ash broke her collarbone. It healed eventually. She wore an arm sling. She didnt get this sling your son was wearing. They said it easy breaks and just heals on it own. I made them give me a copy of the X-rays so I coul show the kids why they should not rough house plus lean more about the body. I felt SO guilty but these thing happen! I still haven’t gotten over the ER incident and Ella is almost 5. My heart goes up in my throat every time I think about Ella breaking her collarbone. In fact few days ago, I screamed at the top of my lungs for Ash’s two friends to go home because one of them tackled Ella and she fell and hit her head. Visions of a broken collarbone was dancing in my head so I got really mad and told the boys to go home. They would NOT leave!!! Hence me screaming at them to go home. Haven’t seen them for several days since but hope they learned their lesson and not to roughhouse in my home. Eeep!!

  19. Becky on April 18th, 2012 8:14 pm

    Yes … my sister, at the tender age of 8, broke BOTH her arms jumping off the monkey bars at the park. And my mom was so absorbed in her conversation with a friend that she didn’t really notice until she walked up with two limp arms and a bone sticking out of the skin.

    Oh, and did I mention this was on the afternoon after school let out for summer vacation? She couldn’t go into a pool all summer and was worried she wouldn’t be able to go to summer camp because she could barely wipe her own behind. (Not to mention – the bones had to be re-broken a few weeks later after they were set poorly the first time.)

    Feel better?

  20. Alina on April 18th, 2012 8:27 pm

    Guilt? Just say no, darling! Kids get hurt. They run into things and get run into and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it besides sticking them in the basement forever which causes its own kind of hurt. You bear absolutely no blame for this. He’ll be fine and have a great story to tell about the time he was a little terror on his bike and broke his collar bone.

  21. Brenna on April 18th, 2012 8:47 pm

    My brother broke his collar bone falling off a jungle gym when he was around four. My dad decided he didn’t need to tell my mom that he had fallen, but she figured it out pretty quickly when he started screaming as soon as he laid down in bed that night!

    I agree that a good childhood comes with some injuries. Our pediatrician goes so far as to check their legs and praise their shin bruises when we’re in for check-ups. She says if there isn’t a bruise or two, that means they aren’t playing hard enough!

  22. liz on April 18th, 2012 8:51 pm

    Most frequently broken bone in the body! Give yourself a break.

  23. Lauren on April 18th, 2012 8:57 pm

    Is that Dylan? Regardless of the broken bones, he looks really badass riding that two-wheeler.

  24. katie on April 18th, 2012 9:08 pm

    My daughter broke a bone in her foot while tumbling at the neighbor’s house. I was sitting chatting with the neighbor in the next room while our girls were pretending to be gymnasts. Worst part was I thought my daughter was “crying wolf” when she smacked her foot on the dresser – she sheds tears over a paper cut. I didn’t take her for x-rays until her foot was swollen and black and blue 2 days later. This first broken bone event also coincided with my daughter’s 5th birthday and first day of kindergarten.

  25. Mary Stewart on April 18th, 2012 9:17 pm

    My baby boy, he’s 7 now, broke is collarbone being born (show-off) and nobody noticed until his first check-up with the pediatrician.Not a wonderful way to start parenthood. I broke the baby!!!!! Poor Dylan. I wish him and you, a speedy recovery.

  26. CCV on April 18th, 2012 9:20 pm

    Yeah, I think I have everyone in this group beaten in the shitty parent department. Try this on for size: We put our 7-MONTH-OLD down for a nap in our bedroom, in her co-sleeper. We hadn’t lowered it yet and planned to do it later that night.

    I’m the room next door. I suddenly hear a THUMP followed by a WAAAAAAH. I run in and find her face-down on the floor, pissed as hell. I start freaking out, worrying about a head injury. I check her pupils, doing all the stuff I learned from watching doctors on TV, while at the same time calling my husband at work to tell him to come home.

    Within a few minutes, baby girl is calm and I’m thinking she’s OK, when husband walks in and notices her swollen ankle. Uh oh. A few hours later at the ER we discover she’d broken her femur. They surmise she must have landed feet-first. How the hell was that possible? She’d barely begun to sit up. How on earth did she get her legs up and over like that, unless she went head first and she somersaulted in the air.

    ANYWAY.

    Three weeks in a cast and she was fine. In fact, she healed so well, you can’t even tell in an X-ray that she ever broke her leg.

    Still. GUILT.

  27. sarah on April 18th, 2012 9:23 pm

    Oh, nooooo! Here’s a story to make you feel better – when my oldest was 6 (a year ago, approximately), she wrecked & flipped over her handlebars while riding her bike (I wasn’t even OUTSIDE; we live on a very safe culdesac & my kids play out front on their own), AND DIDN’T EVEN HAVE HER HELMET ON. (Of course, right before this, when she told me she was going to ride her bike I asked, “With your helmet, right?” – but she “forgot” to actually put it on.) Anyway, she hit her head hard and was laying in the street and the neighbor kids carried her up to the door. Then she tells me she can’t see anything & wants to go to sleep. I AM FREAKING OUT. So I call 911, an ambulance arrives, and she is strapped onto a backboard and taken to the ER (I DO NOT recommend the ambulance ride. The scariest half hour of my life.) Thankfully, after an emergency cat scan, it was deduced that she just had a bad concussion (her vision returned on the ambulance ride) and we went home. THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK GOD. So scary. The worst. So I’m so glad your boy was wearing his helmet. We are militant about that now.

  28. Victoria on April 18th, 2012 9:34 pm

    Man, I wish I could un-guilt you by saying something trite but true like “these thing happen” (because they do) or maybe by telling you about my brother who has broken bones all over the place and in his twenties had to get my Mom come stay with him in his frat apartment because he had BOTH ARMS in casts at ones. He just goes at things full force.

    Me? I jumped out of a swing and my pinkie got stuck in the chain. Ouch.

    And then last year, I tripped while running and broke my elbow (and was utterly embarrassed)

    But, hey. Try not to feel badly. And the brace thing is, on my end, ridiculously cute!

  29. Victoria on April 18th, 2012 9:36 pm

    Also? You guys are mega cool and fun parents and awesome. D’s lucky and will not be scarred by this!

  30. AnEmily on April 18th, 2012 9:37 pm

    Aw, poor guy:( I fell out of bed and broke my collarbone when I was three, and you can barely see my hunched shoulder now. I’m kidding. You CAN see it. (I don’t know what is wrong with me, there’s NO HUNCH!) Those collarbones heal ridiculously fast and he’ll be running around like it’s no big deal in a matter of days.

  31. Mama Bub on April 18th, 2012 9:39 pm

    My son broke his leg when he was TWO and had to be in a full leg cast for seven weeks. This? Is life with boys. Don’t beat yourself up, lady.

  32. Alex on April 18th, 2012 10:12 pm

    When I was about 4 or 5 my parents had a barbecue. We had a tire swing in our yard and I convinced some of my parents’ friends to push me hard and high on it. My dad decides it’ll be funny throw a bucket of water at me right as I’m at the apex of my swing-through. I get water in my eyes, instinctively let go of the rope to cover them and fall, breaking my collarbone. To add insult to injury we didn’t go to the hospital for two days because at my first my dad just thought it was a sore shoulder and had me put frozen peas on it. HAH.

  33. http://www.designermama-manaallamano.blogspot.com/ on April 18th, 2012 10:42 pm

    First of all this line of comments is terrifying and making me want to wrap my five year old in bubble wrap and duct tape. My broken bone stories:
    My sister who was 7 dropped our younger sister who was 3 on the hard tile floor and she fell right on her wrist, then three weeks later that same sister fell and broker her OTHER wrist! I broke both my femur and tibia in a horse ridding accident where I fell off the horse while cantering and my leg got stuck in the stirrup, which meant I was dragged a few hundred feet along the ground until SNAP my bones broke and I dropped free. Fun times!

  34. Rachel on April 18th, 2012 10:55 pm

    I broke my collarbone at his age falling off my Big Wheel. How does one fall far enough off a Big Wheel to break a collarbone, you ask? Oh, that takes a special elite Rachel level of klutzawesome. Even in preschool I knew how to bring it. (I was going downhill, watching my brother on his bike ahead of me going through a tree shadow, and I wondered if wiggling my handlebars back and forth at a high rate of speed would create that lovely lighting effect. Points for… creative attempts? I guess?)

    Also, my 4yo nephew broke his radius and ulna clear across — he had what looked like an extra elbow — merely by tripping and falling while running at the park. And his mom hauled him to our picnic table, sat him down, and tried to get him to calm down and stop crying before she noticed. Because come on, kids fall down ALL THE TIME without breaking their ulnas. Who can blame her? So. The good news is that they heal crazyfast at this age, and he’ll have a great story for the rest of his life. :)

  35. Miellyn on April 18th, 2012 11:52 pm

    So, be honest now.. would you feel better if you never let him out in the first place? You cannot wrap a child in bubble wrap and then expect him to be happy. And a broken collarbone could have happened stepping off the curb in the wrong way.
    I understand feeling guilty, but don’t beat yourself up over it..

  36. Antropologa on April 19th, 2012 12:10 am

    All the best childhoods involve memorable injuries. :)

    Well, I guess the worst ones, too…

  37. kiwimum on April 19th, 2012 12:18 am

    YES YES YES
    2.5 yr old son, playing chew chew train with his younger brother. They were sitting in a cardboard box on a bench seat outside on the deck. box tips over, boys fall off onto the decking and one son comes in with a ’sore arm’. “There there” I say supportively giving him a wee pat on the head. It wasn’t until 5.5 hours later when I went to take his jumper off and he couldn’t raise his arm did I think “oh shit, sore arm, thats right, better get that checked out” – broken collar bone, clean snapped in two. Huge guilt trip although my guilt trip ended when I saw him later that night jumping happily on the bed. Boys !!!!! PS: it healed beautifully, the cartlidge just filled the gap – very clever little bodies we have. :-)

  38. Stephanie on April 19th, 2012 4:24 am

    My adult ass husband can one up his with his collarbone story. Our golden retriever had a lot of energy so husband liked to take him for runs while riding his bike. So man on bike with dog on leash. Good plan until dog stopped to smell/pee. And neighbor had truck in the street. He swerved went head first over handle bars and broke his collarbone in two places. We are now the proud owners of a $18000 plate and ten screws in his collarbone. I could have kicked his ass if he wasn’t in so much pain. We have learned to never ride your bike with a dog on a leash from that ordeal.

  39. Marieke on April 19th, 2012 4:54 am

    My son was trying to master the monkey bars last summer and I was so proud of him for finally making it all the way across on his own…then one fateful day I was hanging out on the bench in the playground when I heard the dreaded thud…screaaaaaaam. Ran over and saw a very obvious broken arm, just below his wrist. Turned out he snapped both the radial and ulnar bones. Poor guy, in a cast just at the start of summer. But that also ended up being the summer when he learned how to swim (with one arm in a cast bag). That pretty much sums up six year old determination, right there. Oh, and I learned ER doctors really really hate monkey bars.

  40. Becky on April 19th, 2012 5:03 am

    Yeah so we let our son play tackle football. In 6th grade he broke his femur badly just above the growth plate. 3 surgeries later (one on the leg that wasn’t even broken so his legs wouldn’t be different lengths!)and he lost an inch of his adult height. Guess what he’s doing this summer? Trying out for HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL.

    My brother broke his collarbone in a similar bike accident to Dylan’s. I remember my mom was horrified but he didn’t have any problems with it. Ellie up there is right, better than playing video games.

  41. Alisa on April 19th, 2012 5:16 am

    When my brother and I were kids, we shared a room and had bunk beds. My brother broke his collarbone when I got pissed off at him and pushed him off the top bunk.

    Holy crap, I’ve never seen my mother look so mad (or so guilty) in my whole life.

    This happened when I was six. I just turned 40 but my brother brings it up EVERY DAMN TIME I see him.

  42. Elle on April 19th, 2012 5:17 am

    Not a broken bone story, but perhaps it will make you feel better… At that age, my little brother had to go in for stitches three times in a six-week period. (Jumping on the bed, scaling a pointy metal fence, and horsing around in the bathtub.) My mother was convinced that child protective services would pay us a visit. (They didn’t, and my brother is now a well-adjusted adult who has outgrown most of his daredevil tendencies.)

    Tell Dylan he’s a total rock star. My 4-year-old guy is still tooling around on a balance bike, so double thumbs-up from us!

  43. Beth on April 19th, 2012 5:21 am

    When our son was ~18 months old, son and hubby were playing on a bed that was high off the ground (we were out of town). Son went tumbling down to the ground in a crazy way – it took us almost 2 days to realize that he had broken his wrist. Oops. Winter clothes covers up swelling too well.

  44. Cristi on April 19th, 2012 5:26 am

    I was babysitting my nephew when he was 7 (17 now) and he was playing in the front yard. My dad & I were standing out there talking and Zayne tells us to “WATCH THIS!” (famous last words) He then proceeds to run toward a line of low hedges. He jumps and clears them just fine but he lands with his arm under the front of his body and the arm happens to land across some metal garden edging. He begins to scream and we run over. When we roll him over and sit him up we realize that there is an ELBOW BEND right in the middle of his forearm. HOLY SHIT! That is something you don’t EVER want to see. We lived fairly close to the hospital so we put him in the car and only hit the high points of the road on the way there.

    Thank goodness his parents realized that it could have happened on anybody’s watch and haven’t held a grudge against me as a babysitter. Whew!

  45. BA on April 19th, 2012 5:34 am

    I broke my arm (the 1st time) and my Dad who is a veterinarian was convinced it wasn’t broken. A WEEK later, he takes me to the doctor and finds out its broken. So at least you took him right away!

    I don’t want to say anything about my boys cuz I don’t want to jinx it, but I’m sure I’ll feel your pain soon.

  46. Jessica on April 19th, 2012 6:03 am

    Yep. In second grade I proudly showed my mom my new trick of jumping off the swing, landing down on all fours and doing a somersault. She said great job and went inside to do laundry. I promptly did it again, botched the landing and broke my arm. These things happen :)

  47. M.Amanda on April 19th, 2012 6:09 am

    I don’t have broken bones stories, but last month I was a bit frazzled and didn’t realize how much so until I added up the damage. In one week my 3yo daughter stayed up past 10pm three different nights, grabbed the hot end of a curling iron, fell down the stairs, fell off the jungle gym at the park, and had a melt down in dance class because she felt lost because I didn’t make her practice her routine. Plus, indirectly she witnessed me freaking out about feeling like I didn’t have ANYTHING in my life under control at the moment.

    I was pretty down on myself and my husband said to me, “Well, shit, babe, I guess when you blow your chances at Mother of the Year award, you do it big time.” Then we laughed together. It kind of put things in perspective. Stuff happens no matter how careful you are. As long as the kid is okay in the end, you can cringe for a while, then eventually laugh about it.

  48. Dala on April 19th, 2012 6:20 am

    My daughter broke her hand in the playplace at the mall. She did it while walking. Seriously. She was walking, stumbled, and fell onto the hand. Keep in mind this was in a 100% padded area.

    It didn’t bruise or swell much right away so we didn’t find out it was broken until SIX DAYS later when we took her to the pediatrician for an ear infection.

    So, I let my 2 year old daughter walk around with a broken hand for a week before getting it taken care of. Stellar parenting instincts there.

    If you’re interested you can read the extended version of the story and view the x-ray here:
    http://testyyettrying.blogspot.com/2012/02/lesson-learned-or-how-we-called-our.html

  49. Kizz on April 19th, 2012 6:26 am

    A little younger than him I broke my collar bone falling off the couch while watching Mr. Rogers. At least he was doing something exciting!

  50. Redbecca on April 19th, 2012 6:33 am

    I wonder sometimes about all our little kiddos and what breaks they have and just can’t communicate them to us. I read about a study that showed that 40% of the kids with sleep problems (I’m guessing that showed up at a pediatrician’s office) turned out to have a broken bone somewhere and that was why they weren’t sleeping well. Jeebus.
    It must be an easy bone to break because I did it when I was less than 1yo falling off the bed. My parents didn’t realize the problem until the next morning when my mom came in to change my diaper and discovered a massive lump on my shoulder. And this was pre-walking phase so you can imagine how hard it was to pick me up for the next several weeks. The good news is that kids heal amazingly fast and he should be back up to speed in no time.
    Hang in there, Dylan, and ask for lots of ice cream!

  51. jen on April 19th, 2012 6:35 am

    I broke the smaller bone in my lower leg when I was in Kindergarten. I was skipping around a cone in P.E. and fell. So yeah, totally just one of those random things. They happen. Sometimes kids just have to learn things on their own, the hard way.

  52. Amber on April 19th, 2012 6:35 am

    Not a broken bone story, but last year my then 5-year-old was playing “mud monster” in the backyard, which amounts to her covering herself in mud and then chasing her dad and sister around the yard while roaring.

    I came outside with a towel for her and was standing near the patio table when she came running at me. My husband said, “watch out!” and I instinctively stepped aside. At which point my daughter kind of tripped while running and fell full tilt into the patio table WITH HER FACE. She ended up getting 5 stitches on her eyebrow. So at least you didn’t play a very active role in your kid’s injury. Like, if I had just STAYED STILL, she would have been fine.

    Anyway, I hope your little man heals quickly and painlessly! Kid hurts stink for pretty much everyone involved.

  53. Kim on April 19th, 2012 7:09 am

    I broke my leg in two places while snow-skiing when I was in third grade. My parents did not see my epic fall. So when they caught up to me, they tried to tell me to “shake it off… you’re ok… try to stand up” — until some other skiers came over and said they’d seen me go airborne and land and I probably needed the rescue squad. My parents felt horrible. I’m 34 now and I still love to to bring it up once in a blue moon. :) My friend Alycia fell out of bed when she was pretty little. Broke her arm. Cried. Fell asleep on the floor. Woke up and cried again. Still no answer from her parents (her dad is a dr.). Fell asleep again. They found her still asleep on the floor in the morning. She loves to tease her parents a little now and then too.

  54. Melissa on April 19th, 2012 7:09 am

    At ages 5 and 8, my kids were climbing onto the “high side” of our safety-rail-less deck and jumping off, pretending to be mountain climbers. I witnessed this and did not think it was a problem — making me another Mother of the Year candidate — and just listened to them play while I futzed around in the kitchen. Cue the screaming. They had decided that Little Sis could get a bigger thrill if Big Sis picked her up and tossed her off the deck. So I spent the next 4 hours explaining why my injured child’s answer to “What happened?” was “My sister threw me off the deck.” She had a broken arm.

  55. Dawn on April 19th, 2012 7:11 am

    When my daughter was four, she broke her collar bone when she fell out of bed in the middle of the night. Seriously, at least Dylan was doing something cool!

  56. Melissa on April 19th, 2012 7:17 am

    No broken bones yet, but last March I didn’t notice the 4yo was dehydrated. We ended up in the hospital overnight. Worst parenting moment ever. I cannot be convinced otherwise.

  57. Carrie (in MN) on April 19th, 2012 7:23 am

    I have two:

    - son, age 12, shatters kneecap playing “touch” football, only we don’t know he broke it until he’d been walking around with a sore knee for a week or do;

    - same son, age 13, is playing hockey with his dad when dad falls on him, causing him to fall and break his wrist.

    As someone above said, it is far better than them never breaking a bone because they spend all their time on the vouch watching tv.

  58. Becky on April 19th, 2012 7:35 am

    When my brother was maybe 2, my dad went down a slide with him between his legs, and my brother’s leg got pinned under my dad’s leg on the way down, and it broke. My mom said the looks they received in the ER while trying to explain that one were almost worst then the hairline fracture he had.

    When I was around 10, I was playing “slide tag” (at the same park coincidentally), and I fell through an arced slide, slamming my head into the platform and cutting it wide open. My dad was at home sleeping (he worked nights), so by the time someone got him up and out of bed, it was probably close to 3 hours before I was seen by a doctor. All the while bleeding like a sieve, head wounds are scary. I had a concussion and 15 stitches. My dad is also the one that had to drive me to the ER after a dog attack to the face while I was babysitting, another super gruesome bloody mess, equating to 42 stitches and a 3 day stay in the hospital. He really got to see all of the action.

  59. Olivia on April 19th, 2012 7:56 am

    I broke my collar bone when I was 12 when I was thrown from a horse. I hated that damn brace. Because of that I couldn’t participate in archery at summer camp that year.

  60. sheilah on April 19th, 2012 8:46 am

    My son broke his wrist and I waited 3 days (THREE DAYS!!!) before taking him to the doctor. Does that make you feel better?

    (In my defense, he only fell about 2 feet…in the living room…on the soft carpet…and it didn’t really look like anything…) *hanging head in shame* BAD MOMMY…

  61. Julie on April 19th, 2012 9:03 am

    I broke a bone in my foot by simply walking out the front door. I was 19 and perfectly capable of walking, but my cute little ballet flats (this was like, 1993) slid on the step and I fell in an awkward way and boom! Broke foot and a walking cast for six weeks. During finals and Christmas. Bones break easy, is what I’m saying. He’ll be fine and will tell the story about his bad ass bike jump injury for years.

  62. Mary Clare on April 19th, 2012 9:13 am

    No broken bone stories, yet… However, with two rambunctious little ones I know its a matter of time.

    I have to comment on how well Dylan rides his bike! Damn, isn’t he just 4 years old?!

  63. Phoebe on April 19th, 2012 9:51 am

    My sister broke her arm in two places (her forearm formed an “S”) when she was 7. She was sitting on low table coloring, with her nightshirt over her legs one cool morning. When she reached over to grab a marker she lost her balance and fell on the floor. I still don’t understand how the weight of a 7 year old would break bones, but she was in a cast almost to her shoulder for 2 months.

    This stuff happens; kids break bones. Plus now Dylan will have a cool story to tell during those ice-breakers about scars/broken bones.

  64. Ali on April 19th, 2012 10:02 am

    It’s frigging amazing that CPS was never called to my house as a kid-broken arm (twice-same arm!), broken ankle,two permanent teeth knocked out, a scar under my left eye that has just now (in my 30’s) finally begun to fade. All were created trying to keep up with older brother who was a god, in my eyes.

    Kids get hurt–I love that you’re allowing Dylan to try things that are diferent and fun, and not having him sit on the couch all day where it’s safe and cozy.

    All our scars and broken bones are proof that we’ve lived a good life.

  65. Em on April 19th, 2012 10:07 am

    My mom was on a walk with my brother when he was about two – his leg got caught in the stroller. She said he was kind of whining, not really crying, so she just kept walking because she didn’t think anything was really wrong. Yeah, his leg was broken. She told the peditrician she was worried about child services – but he said not to worry because no one would make up a story like that.

  66. Chris C. on April 19th, 2012 10:10 am

    I don’t have kids, but I can tell you that broken bones were a fact of life in my childhood. My sister broke my nose when I was 4. With a flour sifter. Which she whacked me with while my dad was watching the football game. And a few years later, I broke her pinky finger while we were wrestling around on the floor. My parents didn’t believe her, though, since she had a history of crying wolf, so she never got it splinted or anything. It’s still crooked today, as she reminds me every time I see her. :-) And the neighborhood boys had more broken bones than I could keep track of. I do remember a particularly traumatic trip to the ER with them after one of them jumped 15 feet out of a tree, landing on a rusty nail and impaling his foot. OWWWW. Personally, I think if kids don’t take a few trips to the ER, their parents are probably being way too overprotective!

  67. Sonia on April 19th, 2012 10:10 am

    I have an 11 year old bone breaker. First one was his arm. He was on a ‘Little Tikes’ toddler slide, on padded carpet in the living room. He fell about 6 inches, forward onto his wrists, and broke a bone in his right arm. He was 2. Since then, there have been 6 broken toes and metatarsals, most recently in January when he tripped over his shoes. 3 broken bones. And one of those broken metatarsal/toe incidents, I thought he’d just stubbed it and let him limp around for 3 days before taking him in for an x-ray. 2 broken bones! He has the pain threshold of a rhinoceros, so he doesn’t complain much, but DAMN the guilt on that one was BRUTAL!!! Mother Of The Year!

  68. Audrey on April 19th, 2012 10:21 am

    My collarbone was broken in the process of being born. No one noticed until two weeks later, when I refused to nurse from one side because it required pressure on the broken bone.

  69. A Long Far View on April 19th, 2012 10:22 am

    Yup, I broke mine when I was 7 or 8 when my sister and I were playing on ice (shocking that I slipped on it, right?). Only problem for me was that the idiot doctor gave me a brace that was too big, so it started to heal weirdly and they basically had to re-break it when they set it correctly with the right sized brace. That shit hurt.

    My husband also broke his when he was goofing around as a kid. It was while his dad was playing soccer and his mom didn’t want to leave the game. She asked him if it really hurt all that bad, and my husband said no. She felt really bad later on when she saw it was actually broken!

  70. sarah on April 19th, 2012 10:43 am

    You took reasonable precautions (yay for helmets!) and he got hurt. You took him for medical attention. Nothing to feel guilty about.

    Two of my nephews have had broken bones and their stories sort of haunt me and I’m so glad they didn’t happen to my kid. They might make you feel better though.

    Older nephew fell of a stool at 18 months and broke his arm. His parents weren’t sure, they thought he might just be fussy so they waited to take him in for more than 3 days (he’s 7 now so the actual number has faded from my memory). Sure enough, broken, in a cast for a month I think (again, it’s sort of fuzzy).

    Years later, same parents, different child. Child got body slammed by a big strange kid in the playspace at McD’s while there with grandpa. Grampa isn’t phased, parents aren’t phased, figure kid is just sorta whiney. Wait days to take him to the doctor. Sure enough, broken collar bone and brace JUST like D’s.

    So I’m going to say that if you took him in even sort of quickly then you win. ;)

  71. sarah on April 19th, 2012 11:02 am

    Alisa, my brother who was 7 pushed me off our bunk beds when i was 5 and I landed on my face. Night before Xmas, two front teeth GONE. Lovely!

    Linda, when I was 10 our neighbors and best buds were moving 10 states away. Hubby went first. Mom stayed home to pack with three very energetic kids. Girl age 5 and boy age 3 or so, try jumping from a dresser to the bed. Boy falls and breaks his femur. He was in a full body cast for 2 months in the heat of summer, stuck on the couch while the whole family was packing to move and had to fly to his new home in a special bed in first class. The details of it are burned in my memory because I babysat for the couch-bound toddler. At least D is mobile! :)

  72. jessica on April 19th, 2012 11:16 am

    Can I just say that Dylan has PERFECT form on that jump? Eyes ahead (not down) and weight back. That kid’s a natural. His injury is just an unfortunate side effect of being active. No guilt allowed for you! Rock on D and keep the rubber side down!

  73. Julia on April 19th, 2012 11:36 am

    I was triple dog dared to jump down a flight of stairs (the goal being to land on some couch cushions). Whoops. Sprained both ankles at once. One severely and now 30 years later I apparently have a jagged bone in one ankle. so I broke it at some point. Still hurts sometimes. I was such a smart kid.

  74. Megan on April 19th, 2012 11:48 am

    My college campus has a swingset near its main building, so one of my good friends was swinging while drunk a few years ago. He swung as high as he could, jumped off the swing, and…landed on his back, breaking several vertebrae and almost paralyzing himself! FUN! What a good use of a Saturday night!

    Somehow he defied all expectations and he is now 100% fine, thank god. He wore a backbrace for a while and looked like a little turtle, and when he came to visit me during his recovery, we went to a gay bar and danced on a platform together. One of my favorite memories will always be telling my mom I spent the night dancing on stage in a gay club with a boy in a backbrace.

    Also, this boy is now a doctor. I mean, after his drunken swinging he’ll never be MY doctor, but ya know.

  75. Rachel on April 19th, 2012 11:51 am

    Dylan is awesome! Look at him go! I LOVE that you are letting him risk a little bit of limb now, it will pay off in the long term when he has coping skills that his coddled peers lack. Science says so.

    “I broke my collarbone when crashed my bike doing ramp tricks” is vastly more awesome than any of my several broken bone stories. It’s immeasurably more awesome than “I developed type 2 diabetes because my mom was too scared to let me play outside.”

    When I was 6 my dad threw me a softball I wasn’t ready for and I caught it with my face. 24 years later I find out that he really did break my nose (you can bet I called my parents to say I told you so) and that’s why I can only breathe out of my right nostril most of the time. I’m mulling over whether being able to breathe out of both sides of my face is worth having my nose re-broken.

    When I was 14 I slipped on an unmarked wet floor at a movie theater and landed with all my weight right on the point of my left elbow. Not only did my parents refuse to believe it was broken, the hospital did too. It was a year later when I was still complaining of severe pain from any little bump to that elbow when they x-rayed and discovered a pie shaped wedge of bone was displaced and had healed with an edge pressing on the nerve that is my “funny bone.” Surgery to fix it at that point was expensive and without guarantee of success, so I just never lean on that elbow and whimper like a baby when I do accidentally give it a knock.

  76. Stefanie on April 19th, 2012 12:34 pm

    Uh, my 3-year-old broke his collar bone falling out of bed. Onto carpet. I didn’t know such a thing was possible. I sent him back to bed and told him he would feel better in the morning. And I wasn’t wrong. He did feel better. After we, you know, took him to the ER 8 hours later and found out his arm was broken. Ahem.

  77. sooboo on April 19th, 2012 12:35 pm

    Not a broken bone, but when I was about 6 I leaned back in a chair, fell and hit the handle on a sliding glass door, cutting my head open. My mom felt terrible about it (and of course I was hysterical because head wounds bleed a lot) and things got worse when we went to the ER and they took me off by myself to interrogate me because they thought she’d done it!

  78. Jennifer on April 19th, 2012 12:37 pm

    I broke my first bone (lower arm) at 18 months, after falling while running around indoors. Broke my finger playing tag. Broke my ankle riding a bike. Broke my thumb sitting on the couch. Took a line drive to the collarbone. All that before I could drive. And I was not a daredevil kid and had no brittle bone disease or anything. This stuff happens!

    Makes for a good story when he’s older, trust me.

  79. Danell on April 19th, 2012 1:39 pm

    I broke Cameron’s collarbone pushing him out…OF ME. He hated being picked up for the first three days of his life until we visited a new pediatrician who noticed his pokey-outey collarbone and told us it was a sorta common birth injury…which no one noticed at his BIRTH nor his first pediatric check up. Sniff…I broke him right from the start and FAILED TO NOTICE.

  80. Kristin C. on April 19th, 2012 2:41 pm

    When my husband was 3 his parents were having a fancy cocktail party…but kids were still invited. So, the children were gettin rowdy while the parents were getin their buzz on (the 70’s were awesome). At some point in the evening the children were jumping of his parents fancy tall bed and Trevor landed on his feet and began to wail. His Mom & Dad came to his aid, determined he was fine, and promptly tucked him into bed because his wailing must be due to extreme exhaustion. The next morning…when Trevor couldn’t WALK…they took him to the MD who determined both feet had broken bones. So….at least you didn’t drunkenly put your broken boy to bed early to suffer needlessly through out the night :-)

  81. Kristin C. on April 19th, 2012 2:42 pm

    And the typos are insane….I am a poor iPhone Typist

  82. Stacy H-W on April 19th, 2012 2:51 pm

    Don’t stress it! It would be worse if you wrapped him in cotton wool and stuffed him in a box!! LOL Boys break things occasionally (girls too). My 3 year old daughter got her finger bone snapped in two by her older brother shutting it in a door jam. 4 of my kids came running to me screaming and I always try to stay super calm and was until I saw her finger point to the side instead of up. I told them to get their shoes on because we were headed to the ER. Luckily one of them asked about their little brother who was due home on the bus in about 30 minutes!! Otherwise I would have left his ass behind because I totally forgot about him. (mother of the year!!) I swung by the school and got him on the way to the ER and guess what?? After surgery inserting a pin, she survived and her finger healed. Kids are resilient! Sending you big hugs!!

  83. Ashleas on April 19th, 2012 3:17 pm

    There is no need to feel guilty. This how children learn and grow! By beating up their knees, breaking bones, and taking hits. Just think about those crawling helmets you talked about on the Stir (I think it was you, Sundry). We can’t protect our kids from everything and they need to experience the world.

  84. Janet on April 19th, 2012 4:17 pm

    Three broken arms

    Two daughters

    One emergency surgery to fix an arm that he entire elbow been detached from.

    Need I say more?

  85. Cam on April 19th, 2012 4:18 pm

    At least you knew he broke it. My brother busted his collarbone at that age and my dad kept telling him to suck it up (granted, brother was a supreme injury whiner- the kind of kid who would milk a limp until he forget which foot to limp on). It wasn’t until Mom heard him whimpering in his sleep that we realized he was legitimately injured! Hope he heals quickly and that your blood pressure lowers accordingly.

  86. Amy on April 19th, 2012 4:51 pm

    Not mine, but my friend went down a slide with her son on her lap….his leg got caught between her and the slide and broke. They didn’t realize it until several hours later!!

    knock, knock, knock…neither of my boys have broken a bone YET. Stitches and ER visits YES. And when I was in 7th grade I was hiding from Richie Hale because I had just kicked him in the walnuts and a fire extinguisher fell off the wall and broke my foot! Instant Karma?

  87. Laura on April 19th, 2012 7:04 pm

    I don’t have any broken bones stories for you, but can I tell you that I’m impressed he has a helmet on…I’d say you’re still in the running for “Parent of the Year”!

  88. Sharon on April 19th, 2012 7:34 pm

    My daughter had just started walking when I took her swimming at the YMCA. I was trying to walk next to her, exiting of the locker room after changing back out of our swimsuits, when I failed to notice she had her fingers caught in the hinge of the heavy wooden locker-room door. Cue screaming and lots of blood.

    We went directly to her pediatrician’s office, where they got us right in for an X-ray. She broke a bone in her middle finger.

    I thought we’d get to at least the age of 2 before her first broken bone. Luckily, it healed just fine, and no broken bones since.

  89. Mandy on April 19th, 2012 7:52 pm

    My son fell off the bed in the hotel we were staying in in Cancun and broke his collarbone–he was not quite 2. We couldn’t quite tell what he’d hurt. It was the night before we left Mexico (after a lovely, injury-free week in Tulum, we were staying the last night in the hellhole that is Cancun in order to be closer to the airport) and we had to be at the airport in a few hours at 5 AM. We decided to just fly home instead of trying to find a clinic full of drunk Americans at midnight. Did I mention I also got some gastrointestinal bug that night in Cancun? HATE that place. Fortunately the pediatrician was pretty matter of fact about it (I had visions of her calling child protective services). The good news was it didn’t hurt after just a couple of days. My guilt scars lasted WAY longer.

  90. Sharon on April 19th, 2012 8:23 pm

    My injury story: My father was serving with the UN forces in Kashmir the summer I was 13, and after school let out we flew over to join him. Three days after arrival I was running on the “swimboat” which was anchored in the middle of the lake, tripped over the diving board which protruded some way into the boat, landed on my arm and dislocated my left elbow. My mother found someone to take us to the hospital in Srinagar, the one the locals used, and the medical team put me under general anesthesia to fix my arm. I woke up with a cast, which stayed on for several weeks. My father was angry that we hadn’t gone to the hospital used by the Canadian military, and removed the cast himself.

  91. Courtney on April 20th, 2012 11:02 am

    OK, first off, in that bottom picture I love the little swirl in Dylan’s hair. My son has one too and sometimes I can’t help but swirling my fingers around in it. Smooch smooch little redhead boys smooch.

    Anyway, aside from the awful falling-off-the-bed incident I was to blame for when J was a baby, I don’t really have any good injury stories as a parent. However! I have a good one as a, um, victim. When I was two, my dad was chasing me around the house tickling me. Fun, right? Except he was in slippers and he slipped on the floor in our kitchen and FELL ON ME and he BROKE MY LEG. Yeah. And of course, when he took me to the ER they thought it was child abuse and it was generally traumatizing for everyone. Especially my poor mom, who had just given birth to my brother and also had shingles at the time holy hell.

    Anyway. I’m clearly no worse for the wear. Although I do sometimes think one of my legs is shorter than the other . . .

  92. H on April 20th, 2012 11:31 am

    My son, when he was a sophomore in high school, hit his knee during a football game. It hurt, he complained, he limped through basketball season and we kept telling him to “play through the pain” (because we are awesome parents.) We decided to bring him to the doctor at the beginning of TRACK season (so…more than 6 months after the initial injury) and found out he’d torn his meniscus and required surgery. (He’s 24 now and reminds us of that quite often.)

    Also, not injury related, but one of the daycare teachers informed us that our two year old daughter needed bigger shoes. And she’s not our first child, so you’d think we’d have known better.

  93. whoorl on April 20th, 2012 1:03 pm

    Wito has knocked out three teeth (at separate times, mind you) and has broken his hand. All before four years old. (All injuries were caused by over-dramatic flailing and fit-throwing in our kitchen. The kid needs to take a deep breath and take it down a notch.)

    Hope Dylan mends quickly. :)

  94. oi yah on April 20th, 2012 2:31 pm

    When I was sixteen, I broke my right foot jumping off a three foot rock pile. (It swelled up immediately and started turning blue.) A WEEK later, my mom conceded it wasn’t getting better and took me to get it checked out. Sure enough it was broken. (And there went my summer of learning how to drive.)

    Then when I was home one winter visiting from college, I slipped on the ice and rolled my ankle really hard. I thought for sure it was broken but my mom told me to “Walk it off.” Once again, a WEEK later we found out I had been walking around on a broken leg, being treated like I was a wimp.

    You’re doing great and I would let him go off that jump again. He’s good at it! And clearly you know when to take a kid to the doctor.

  95. Fidi on April 20th, 2012 3:07 pm

    My kids haven’t broken anything (yet) as far as we know. My older one ended up with a nice pediatrician provided bandage and cream when he burned his hand on the steam of the coffee machine. He must have been around 1 year of age. Fast forward 2 years and the same thing happens to the younger one. This time we skipped the pediatrician trip and bandaged ourselves. But my husband felt awful.
    I broke my tailbone and toe when I was young. Never saw a doc for any injuries. We only know because my mom is a dr and usually tells me long after the fact. (Her recollection at age 16 when I reminded her of my toe accident at age 14: “Oh, your toe. Yes, I remember that incident. Let me look at it. Yes, I think that was broken. There was no reason to go to the hospital/doctor for something like that.”)
    She also broke her collar bone as an adult at least twice and being fashion aware, she just self-diagnoses, mumbles something and bears the pain. She will do anything to not wear one of those “hideous” slings/casts/whatevers. Which means she will not tell my step-dad (orthopedic surgeon) either.
    Toes, tailbones and collar bones: they usually heal pretty much on their own.

  96. Lori on April 21st, 2012 10:57 am

    When I was 2, my dad was doing a somersault out of a chair (don’t ask) and I ran into him. My leg snapped, and I ended up with a cast from my crotch to my toes. And my dad was almost arrested for child abuse.

  97. Louise McKenzie on April 21st, 2012 11:48 am

    The week before we were to move to Victoria from Saskatoon when I was a kid, my 13 yr old brother rode my mom’s bike (which only had front brakes as the rear were not working) down to the river with a friend. There is a steep hill leading to the river, he ended up going over the handle bars and breaking both collar bones. Was in the brace for six weeks, which pretty much blew his summer. We used to joke that he was an accident waiting to happen, because he had the most injuries growing up.

    My daughter broke her wrist (required surgery, was knocked out to set it as it was broken so bad) when neighbours had filled a water bed bag that they were no longer using with air. The kids n the neighbourhood had a blast with it. One person would sit on a corner, another child would do a running start and jump / flop onto the bag. The person sitting on the corner would be catapulted into the air and experience a moment of flying before gravity took over. No injuries until Rowen, was just a matter of time, but they enjoyed it. The night she was in the hospital, there was another child there who had broken his arm from jumping over the toadstool shaped lamps that are along the inner harbour walkway in Victoria.

    Broken bones and stiches are part of growing up. Your child is learning to take risks, but also that there could be some pain with the risk.

  98. Jules on April 21st, 2012 3:05 pm

    Daughter jumped out of a tree and said that her foot her. I told her to walk it off and rub some dirt in it. Standard mom answer. Ten (10. TEN) days later I took her to get an x-ray. Fractured. Son was 18 months old and we were playing with me pulling him over a foam roller by his arms. Yup. I dislocated his elbow. Winner winner.

  99. Maricris @ SittingAround on April 21st, 2012 3:50 pm

    When I was 7, I climbed up a tree at grandma’s place. I fell down and broke my right arm. That was really terrible.

  100. MG on April 21st, 2012 5:44 pm

    Took my then 14 month old son down a slide on my lap… Broken tibia resulted (his, not mine). At first, the doctor thought it was a growth plate fracture, which would have been a lot worse. Full leg cast for three weeks during the summer. I still feel guilty almost three years later.

    8 days later, my then three year old fell off the bike we bought for him the night before. Another trip to the ER.
    I was worried CPS was on their way. I told every nurse and doctor that I had another three year old at home, and promised I would not be back!

    Last fall, he cracked his head on the corner of an armoire, and yup, you guessed it… To the ER we went. Three boys, three trips to the ER. It happens.

    As so many others have said, broken clavicles are very common, and the healing starts immediately. He will be just fine.

  101. Jules on April 22nd, 2012 5:33 am

    Four boys in five and a half years, i practically pitched a tent outside the emergency room!! Plus wondered if social services had me on the radar;)

  102. Taryn on April 22nd, 2012 7:31 am

    I was on my way to the beach with my family and my brother was 3 and I was 7. We stayed overnight at my cousin’s on the way to the ocean. She is the same age as me but we were forced to include my little brother in our playing. We made up a game in their partially unfurnished wood floored living room where two people hold a big blanket & the other third person runs full steam ahead towards it & jumps/falls against the blanket. Well, my cuz & I decided it would be “funny” to hold the blanket loosely when my brother ran at it & then let it go when he got to it, so he ended up falling instead of bouncing off it. We didn’t anticipate his busting his chin open on the wood floor. (Guess you don’t think through things when you’re 7). He had to get stitches that night at the ER and then the next day we arrived at the ocean–which is full of SALT WATER. Maybe not the best first beach experience for my little bro.

  103. Tracy on April 23rd, 2012 11:38 am

    My dad broke his arm as a child (in the 50s) and when he told my grandmother she told him to go lay down until her bridge game was over. The doctor had to cut his denim jacket off of him b/c his arm had swelled so much. And she was truly one of the kindest women I have ever known… :)

  104. Renee on April 24th, 2012 11:42 am

    Oh yeah. 4 year old daughter fell out of bed, landed on her toybox. Didn’t think anything of it.

    I picked her up a few days later and she was screeching like a banshee. Me? Let her walk around with a broken collar bone for several days!

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