Broken Wing

What a week! Well, I turned 40 today, cough, but have barely had a chance to plan anything fun or prepare for this milestone or reflect on years past because my younger son William fractured his elbow Tuesday night, poor sweet child!  First time we've been to the outstanding Dell Children's Hospital , ever, never needed an x-ray for either boy before this.  Ever.  I'll have to stop bragging now that my husband's fine, strong German stock has given my rough and tumble boys unbreakable bones (as well as the Lord's protection of course).  To add to the drama, unbelievably, someone rear-ended William and I when we were on our way to the hospital for x-rays!  William blurted out, "Did someone just HIT us?? I'm going to have bad dreams tonight for sure!" :(  (The first time I have been involved in an accident in more than 6 years, the last being when both boys were in the car with me and someone ran a red light and broadsided us in the intersection.)  Anyway, there have been many tears shed, but I think we are turning a corner with the pain being managed pretty well now by meds, and today we go to get the permanent long arm cast from the orthopedic pediatrician to replace the splint from the ER.  Happy birthday to me!!!  This photo is of him just after they wrapped it, passed out at 11 PM, waiting to be discharged.  We are really hoping for waterproof glow in the dark something super cool for his cast, or at least William's  "light blue" request.  He got to convalesce with me at home Wednesday and stressed about returning to school Thursday, but, of course, his friends gave him tons of love and attention are clamoring to see the new cast and sign it.

Homey update: after almost two weeks of corticosteroids and a new found appetite, he really has a new lease on life!  He’s always in the same room I’m in now, and he came outside on Saturday with us in the backyard and hunted in the bushes and ate a lizard.

 He got in my lap on his own the other day.  He lays on the kitchen floor when I cook dinner and next to the dining table while we have dinner. I'm taking pictures of everything, kind of like a brand new baby with all the first (that seem like "firsts" since it s has been months since he's been doing all these things we've been taking for granted).

 The last couple nights he wanted to spend the night outside and seemed confident and decided on going out, perhaps he's visiting his old friends!  Some bad manners, though, thinks he knows he’s going to get some slack, with his sudden interest in food and burst of energy, he got up on the dining table and was eating at our drumstick bones when we were listening to Jonathan play keyboard.  We’d already finished, just hadn’t cleared the dishes yet.  Same thing with when I had a friend over for lunch Tuesday, who happened to be allergic to cats, he kept jumping in her lap to try to nibble off her plate. Ack!  (And sounded so pathetic when I closed him up in the office after doing so to keep him away from her, so of course I had to let him our again.  My friend was such a good sport!)  So that has been a nice gift all week long, getting my little shadow back :)