This has been our June.
First there was Grammie. She tripped and fell on a threshold of door and broke her knee cap (technically this happened two days before June, but let's just say June for the sake of argument).
On June 1st, Zacky broke his tibia. I've already written about that.
Friday morning, June 14th, I got a call from Hume Lake. I had already received my one call from Livvy and my one call from Sam, so I knew something was amiss. It was from the volunteer doctor in the infirmary. "I'm here with your son, Sam." My heart stopped as I thought he was going to say something about Sam hitting his head - he's hit his head one too many times! Thankfully, all he said was that he was pretty sure Sam had broken his wrist rollerblading the night before. I was relieved. A broken wrist would heal. The head is a little more complicated.
After a super fun-filled, faith-boosting week, Sam got to participate in most of the last day of camp events before getting on a bus and heading home Saturday.
Monday morning, June, 17th, exactly two weeks from when we brought Zac in to get his leg looked at, we were back at Northern Arizona Orthopedics Urgent Ortho Clinic. They recognized us.
After getting his wrist x-rayed, the doctor confirmed that Sam had chipped his scaphoid bone and a couple other chips closer to the tip of the radius. As he was getting his cast on, the doctor that put on Zac's cast added some more cast to the bottom of his foot because he was wearing it thin.
I joked with the doctors that they should have a family plan, or at least a two-for-one deal.
And another one's gone.
Back up a couple of days, Saturday, June 15th, we brought back the four boys that had been at Oma and Opa's for the week attending their church's VBS. They had a blast going to VBS, swimming and playing with cousins and friends! Sunday morning, however, Ben woke up not feeling well. He plopped down on the loveseat and basically stayed there for the rest of the week complaining of a belly ache and fever.
On Thursday, we decided we should take Ben to a doctor, to figure out what was going on. She was just as stumped as we were - appendicitis? mono? allergies? After getting blood-drawn for some really expensive tests, Ben woke up Saturday morning back to his old-self. 100%. Go figure. We're still waiting for the test results.
And another one's gone. And another one's gone. And another one bites the dust. Almost literally.
|He wasn't really sad about having|
old cast cut off, he was just in
desperate need of a nap.
It's almost July. I've threatened to bubble-wrap Jon and Danner and lock them in jail .
No more visits to the Urgent Ortho! No more sick kids on the couch! No more calls from friends bandaging up my kids!
Please, no more. Thank you!