Grocery shopping with the Fleglets
Three of the children would sit side by side, LIKE FRIENDS, while the other would give them a friendly push. Away they'd fly. The children would unite in peels of beautiful laughter. The lady's heart sang as she listened and observed the happy scene. Uncertainty filled their wide eyes as they took note of her presence.
"Dad's out of town." she nodded. "Go right ahead!" Her mister held misgivings as he worried about the wear and tear on the sleeping bag. She, however, was too grateful and charmed by the happiness and cooperation this activity created; so she gave them her blessing.
Well, you know what they always say, right?
It's all fun and games until the sweet little four year old crashes at the bottom of the stairs and fractures her arm.
She's smiling now,
but after that crash, she was a crazy mess of tears!
And with that, this tale ends with a simple warning: Just say no to having the best time ever sliding down the stairs in a sleeping bag!
It's true, friends. Five days after having Forrest's foot cast removed, Lottie fractured the top of her arm, just below her shoulder. The good news was, I didn't make her wait an entire week before taking her in for an x-ray like I did with Forrest. She hurt her shoulder on a Wednesday night and I took her in that Friday. Like Forrest, she got along fine, complaining little about her arm pain. But she still complained and wouldn't use it like normal.
Coincidentally, Henry had been suffering all week from intense tummy pains. He came home from school twice, but never threw up. Sitting in a certain position caused him a lot of grief. The doctor ruled out a hernia and appendicitis but said if a little miralax didn't clear things up, he would need an x-ray. Time passed. His pain remained so the doctor, bless his heart, ordered two x-rays for both Henry and Lottie.
And just like that, a field trip to Ogden Regional hospital fell into our laps!
Our return to the radiology department,
second time in one month.
I am probably winning at Motherhood. Not.
"Your face looks familiar." she said as I returned to the same office where we registered Forrest a month prior.
"I was here a month ago" I point to Forrest who is playing with the stroller, "with him. You registered me then as well." Before she can alert the police because she thinks I hurt my children, I explain to her what happened to Lottie. By the time we finished up all the paper work, she was charmed by the kids. Sensing my discouraged mood, she said the best thing a Mom can hear.
"Your children are so well behaved." I don't hear that often, so when I do my heart soars. In that moment, they were behaving well. It turned out to be a great "field trip" despite everything. Considering those hospital bills that are on their way, we were just trying to make the most of the experience!
Our Pediatrician stayed late at his office, waiting to hear from the radiologist. That evening he called to relay the news. Summing things up, Henry was incredibly constipated.
"Now tell me again what happened to Lottie?" He asked. And that's when he told me about her buckle fracture. Because of the location of her break, we can't cast it. He said that she needs to be in a sling as much as possible for three weeks. Hopefully then, she'll be healed and free of pain. She's been a pretty good sport about wearing it for the entire two days that we've had it.
As for Henry, I think he's feeling better. It's a good thing he's my best eater. He's accepted the changes I have been making to his diet really well. Bless him.
Because I was feeling so sad and concerned for him this past week, I took a lot of pictures of him to cheer myself up.
I really love him so much.
All of them.
Wanting to end this post on a more positive note, I end with these;