Monday:
I took my girls to our church's youth camp, dreaming about the next
three days of doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. No one to
taxi. No meals to cook. For the one meal my husband would be home, I
planned to use a gift card.
Tuesday: A friend from the camp called and said Rebekah hurt her knee. At our visit to the emergency room, hurt was further defined: fractured tibial plateau.
Wednesday: My husband and I took Rebekah to an orthopaedic specialist. He looked at her x-ray and said, "This is serious." After consulting with another doctor, he informed us we would need to go to a children's hospital for further evaluation. Because her break is on the growth plate near the joint, they didn't feel qualified to help her.
Thursday: I picked up my other two girls at youth camp and tackled the huge laundry pile. In the evening, I noticed Rebekah's leg was considerably more swollen than it had been. And it was hot. I checked her temperature. Fever. Back to the emergency room for observation and eventually a shot to treat a potential blood clot, not to return home until 2:00 a.m.
Friday: Off to a children's hospital in another state, where Rebekah had an ultrasound and a CT scan. The doctor told us that she needs inpatient surgery.
Saturday: A day to catch up on everything that wasn't done all week, including cleaning and helping my oldest daughter with one last shopping trip before she leaves for college.
Sunday: Rest!
Tomorrow: We move our oldest to college. We find out when surgery will be scheduled.
Now do you understand why there are no new posts on this site?!
Tuesday: A friend from the camp called and said Rebekah hurt her knee. At our visit to the emergency room, hurt was further defined: fractured tibial plateau.
Wednesday: My husband and I took Rebekah to an orthopaedic specialist. He looked at her x-ray and said, "This is serious." After consulting with another doctor, he informed us we would need to go to a children's hospital for further evaluation. Because her break is on the growth plate near the joint, they didn't feel qualified to help her.
Thursday: I picked up my other two girls at youth camp and tackled the huge laundry pile. In the evening, I noticed Rebekah's leg was considerably more swollen than it had been. And it was hot. I checked her temperature. Fever. Back to the emergency room for observation and eventually a shot to treat a potential blood clot, not to return home until 2:00 a.m.
Friday: Off to a children's hospital in another state, where Rebekah had an ultrasound and a CT scan. The doctor told us that she needs inpatient surgery.
Saturday: A day to catch up on everything that wasn't done all week, including cleaning and helping my oldest daughter with one last shopping trip before she leaves for college.
Sunday: Rest!
Tomorrow: We move our oldest to college. We find out when surgery will be scheduled.
Now do you understand why there are no new posts on this site?!
You have had one crazy summer. Hope school starts so things can go back to normal! ;)
ReplyDeleteYou're not kidding. For all of the hours I spent nursing my girls this summer, I surely earned credits toward a nursing degree. But now it's back to teaching and, hopefully, some calm.
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