Bronte has only broken one. She doesn't act like she is broken and the only reason we even took her to the doctor is because she would whimper when we picked her up wrong. Bronte rolled off the bed at Red River. She was not asleep, she was doing stunts. She is going to be wearing a clavicle strap for at least 3 weeks. We went to the doctor who sent us for x-rays who sent us to the ER where we waited for hours so we could see a doctor to show us an x-ray and outfit our stunt baby in the latest in collarbone fashion. I am tired now.
Good night, Tiff.
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Goodness! I broke my clavicle when I was about...7 or 8 I guess. (It's possible that in my lifetime I've beat Evel Knievel's record, at least it feels that way...) I remember that stupid strap was more uncomfortable than the actual injury. Hugs all around, that's one brave little girl you've got there!
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