He was clutching a sharpened pencil and landed on his head.
After a CT scan and an MRI, they found him to be in perfect condition.
Yesterday evening, he fell off the couch at my parents house onto their hardwood floor.
He fell approximately 16 inches.
There was no CT scan or MRI, just an x-ray.
Which confirmed that Henry has a b-r-o-k-e-n left collarbone.
Sometimes life is funny that way. You don't always get what you expect.
He looks like he's miserable, doesn't he?
Don't get me wrong, I am grateful that the first accident ended so well.
And I realize that having six kids, odds have always been stacked against us as far as broken bones and other issues.
But falling off the couch seems a sad story to go along with a broken bone.
Who wouldn't rather say, " I fell backwards down 13 steps, cartwheeling into a heap at the bottom, breaking my collarbone". Oh wait, that was Julia's story when she was 3.
Or maybe, "I fell backwards off our friends front porch onto my head the day before kidergarten and broke my collarbone". Oh wait, that's my story.
Seeing a trend here?
Hopefully it ends today with Henry.