Brave Little Boy

Poor little Matthew is in a cast. He fell down the stairs at home - from the living room to the family room. The house is a split-level, so there weren't a lot of stairs, but he landed on his wrist and elbow and he knew right away that something was very wrong.

Greg and Amy took him to A.I. duPont Hospital for Children (we are so fortunate to live so close to such a wonderful hospital) where they x-rayed him and put him a cast.


Quite a trauma for a little boy. (Matthew will be 5 this month and starts kindergarten in September.) Greg and Amy said that Matthew was a real trooper - soooo brave.


They took good care of him - hooked him up to an IV for pain meds, which could be traumatic, in itself if you were just 5. He looks so calm - sad, but calm. (Matthew has the most beautiful, expressive eyes.)

Home at last, resting in the recliner.

Michael and I met Amy, Greg, Gregory, Alex, and Matthew for dinner last night at Grotto's. This has been a tough couple of days for poor Matthew. He was so tired that he fell asleep in Amy's amrs before his dinner came.


Amy looked tired, too. I don't think there's anything worse than seeing your child hurt - no matter how young or old that child may be.

Matthew goes back to A.I. this week and they'll look again at x-rays and decide where to go from here. Depending on what they find, he could be in a half-cast for his wrist, or a whole cast from his wrist to his armpit. I'm praying that a half-cast will do it (or no cast, of course).

All prayers gratefully appreciated.