Wednesday, March 25, 2009

So much for planning....

Those who know me very well, know that I'm not much of a planner. I'll just decide we need to take a trip and a day or so later we're off. This week, for Spring Break, I decided to plan the whole week out. Monday, relax and rest up for a fun week, Tuesday...go to Jump Zone since it was supposed to rain, Wednesday...go hiking at Petit Jean and picnic, etc. Well Monday evening when Chad got home we decided to go walking at the Tucker Creek Walking Trail. A really nice Walk/Bike trail just a few minutes from the house that the kids enjoy going to. So off we went for our 3 mile walk. We had a great walk and were about 10 feet from returning to the car when Britton and Landon decided to take off running and race each other to the car. Britt was in a slight lead and Landon edged her way a little bit to slow her down and and sure enough....she slowed down...all the way down and fell. She was crying and I could tell she had scraped her knee pretty good and then she said, "I think I broke my arm". As soon as I looked at it, I knew. I was praying she was just holding it funny, but in my heart, I knew. Chad came over and said, "Everyone in the car we need to head to the ER." Off we went to the emergency room and she was crying a little, but nothing like I thought she would. We got checked in and they asked her about her pain...1 on a scale of 1-10. Not much pain, but they gave her a tiny bit of Morphine anyway. The orthopedic doctor finally got there and they gave her some "twilight sedation" and set her arm back in place. She broke the radial bone right at the wrist. Thankfully it was only that one bone and he feels like it should heal just fine. He put her arm in a splint and she'll wear that for 10 days and then she'll go in and have a cast put on for 6-8 weeks. She did fantastic through the whole process. A little nervous, but not once did she cry or get upset. It took a long time for her to wake up from the sedation, so the boys kept talking to her to make her say goofy stuff, but other than that, it went as smooth as possible.
Swim team will be on hold for the next couple of months, as well as playing on the trampoline, but she is already wanting to go and do.
I think I'll just go back to my spur of the moment planning and not "plan ahead". The plan this week....hang out at home and relax and heal and thank God for all that he has done for could have been so much worse.

Monday, March 16, 2009

I can't believe he's 4!!!

With my baby, the time has flown! I've tried to treasure each and every moment with Easton since he was born. Now don't get me wrong, I treasured it with Britton and Landon also, but with them there was always the possibility of having another baby so each special moment wasn't like it would be the absolute last time I would get to see one of my baby's do this or that. With Easton, things were a bit different. We knew that he was the last. So each time I put away a toy he had outgrown or moved him to a new carseat or gave him that last jar of baby food...I knew it would be the last time I would do it for one of my own kids. I've treasured each step...the cuddles in the middle of the night, the first "I wub you", the giggles when his brother and sister would give him zerberts and even the sleepless nights, the screaming in his carseat for hours on end, the constant spitting up until age 1. I've tried to soak in each moment. And today he's already 4. It seems like it was just yesterday that I found out about having an antibody and there might be a problem with the pregnancy. It seems like just yesterday some really wonderful friends joined hands with me and prayed for my baby because we were so uncertain about how things would turn out. It seems like just yesterday I saw one of the many ultrasounds with him giving us the thumbs up. It seems like just yesterday that a perfect and beautiful 9 pound 4 ounce baby boy was born that would change our lives, again, forever. Time flies.
Easton is in every meaning of the words, the baby of the family. He's by far the most aggressive of my three kids, but at the same time, the most shy around strangers. He loves to be home and playing outside. He loves sports...any sports. He is the first to defend his brother and sister and the first to call them a name if they upset him. He's big and rough and the sweetest 4 year old you've ever met...once he warms up to you. He's been such a blessing to us.... regardless of what his brother might tell you. God has blessed me beyond measure.
Happy 4th Birthday, Easton! I love you sooooo much!!!