broken baby August 31 2005
I went on my lunch today and found a message on my phone. It was from Pam…apperently, this morning while Noah was sliding down the steps on his belly as per usual he stopped about 4 steps up to show Pam something. When he was finished showing off the toy that was in his hand he tried to take a step, forgetting he was still on the stairs, and fell down the rest of the steps!
The little guy broke his arm! He has a cast! AND they had to put him out to put the cast on! POOR LITTLE BABY! He doesn’t seem very happy with his cast and Pam seems a little scared of it…rightfully so!
POOR BABY!
Oh no! That’s awful! Poor little guy.
Poor baby! Tell Pam that LilZ had a BAD break when he was five that required TWO surgeries. I have this advice: BUY A BUNCH OF STRAWS. They are GREAT to scratch under the cast with.
Oh lord, give Pam my best, I can’t imagine what she is in for with the little guy in a cast…poor baby.
Oh no! Poor Noah! I hope his arm feels better soon. Casts suck (I’ve broken both my legs) – thankfully it’s not the middle of summer!
OH NO. OH that’s horrible