So long March

March was a difficult month for us.  As I wrote in my last post, on March 1st, Riley got a terrible stomach bug.  I was up all night with her.  Early the next morning, I got a text from Trent.  He had spent the night at a friend's house and asked to be picked up.  The day before, he and his friend had been skateboarding.  Trent wrecked his skateboard and hurt his right arm.  He didn't say anything to his friend or friend's parents about how bad it hurt.  Instead, he went on to the "party" at another friend's house that they had planned to attend.  He had a rough night and couldn't sleep.  When he got home, he told us what happened and said his arm really hurt.  Steve and I made the decision that he should go to the emergency room.  Riley was still sick so Steve took Trent.  After x-rays, Trent's arm was put in a half cast.  An appointment with an orthopedic doctor at Children's was scheduled for Monday, March 3rd.  It was determined that Trent had a buckle fracture and a full cast was put on.  Since it was his right arm, I was stuck being his homework scribe for the next couple of weeks.  I told him that he needed to hurry and get his cast off because seventh grade was bad enough for me the first time around.  Ha!  Fortunately, his arm healed quickly.  He had a follow up apt. on March 25th, and the cast came off.  (You can tell March was rough because the only two pictures I have of Trent with his cast on are the ones that Steve took right before he got the cast off.)



After Riley got better, I got sick.  It was a terrible bug.  I think Cole got it next.  He had a much milder case of it than Riley or I.  I had been praying that Trent would be spared, but it wasn't meant to be.  He got sick on Saturday, March 9th.  Poor guy got the worst of it I think.  I felt really bad seeing him that sick while he was also dealing with his broken arm.  The following night, Reed ended up with a very mild version.  Steve was the last man standing.  I thought for sure he would come down with it too.  Thank God he didn't because I was about to deal with something even worse.

Without going into all the details, I ended up in the emergency room on the morning of Saturday, March 16th.  By that time, I had already suffered through a few days of pain.  By 3:00 pm on the 16th,  I was in emergency surgery.  The pain both before and after the surgery was awful.  I was back in the emergency room on Monday, March 18th.  After that, things slowly started to improve. 

 I was off work for a week but was able to go back on Monday, March 25th.  That morning,
we woke up to 5-6 inches of snow on the ground.  As I went back to work, the kids enjoyed a snow day off of school.

I am finally starting to feel like myself again.  I feel like we should all get a reward for surviving March, especially Steve. I am used to being a very independent person.  It is hard for me to ask for help.  Steve took great care of me and the kids while I was down and out.  I don't know what I would have done without him.