So whoa. We had our first real brush with calamity this week. Jules fell off our bed, backwards, and landed "all weird" with his arm behind him at a really wiggy angle. I confess-- I wasn't home-- but I zipped back to Brooklyn lickity-split and we spent much of Thursday and most of yesterday in the various pediatric and orthopedist offices associated with our neighborhood.
After numerous examinations (always popular with a two year old) we've finally emerged with a clean (bruised) bill of health, and managed to avoid the trauma of getting a cast. (Possibly more dreadful for parents than child...)
Bullet dodged.
Lesson learned. No more monkeys jumping on the bed!
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