Monthly Archives: May 2010

Eight candles… Oops, NINE

Dear Boy,

I cannot believe that you turned nine years old today.  My sweet little boy.  You have been anticipating this birthday for a couple of months.  You were so excited to turn nine.  Except.  All day you kept talking about having an “eight” candle on your cake.  It took you awhile to catch on that you kept saying eight instead of nine.  Even when it came time to put candles on the cake you only counted out eight.  I held up eight fingers and you still didn’t get it.  Maybe we need to review your math skills 😉

You’re still an early riser.  No need for coffee for you…. you’re wide awake and chipper.  Bed time is still easy… lights off and you’re asleep.  You’re working on multiplication and you love science.  Your favorite books right now are the Wimpy Kid Diary books.  And that’s about all you will read.  You loooove video games – especially racing games.  You want to be a professional BMX racer/trickster.  I think you just might be one too.  You have no fear.  I loved watching you out in the backyard.  You’d take the shovel and dig dips and build up berms.  Then you’d make my heart drop while racing around your track.  Basketball is still your favorite but you’re interested in hockey.

You broke your thumb this year.  You were running in the backyard and tripped over a root.  When  you fell you bent your thumb under your hand and fractured your growth plate.  You were so nervous about the surgery to insert two pins.  What a relief that they let you play DS games until the sleeping gas took effect.  Afterward your hand was in a camouflage cast.  Unfortunately we moved before it was time to have it removed.  Daddy took the cast off but there was no removing the pins on our own.  You freaked out when you saw the pins in your thumb.  It was very traumatic for you.  After you calmed down you were okay with looking at them.  The ER refused to remove the pins and they put a splint back on. We finally found a doctor to remove the pins.  I think I speak for both of us when I say it was the worst day of your 8th year.  I was and still am so proud of how you handled yourself that day.  The nurse had to pull both pins – the 2nd one being the worst.  You shrieked and turned pale but you never once tried to fight the nurse or yell at her.  It still brings tears to my eyes.  You asked me to pray with you.  Your faith is so strong.

Uncle took you camping for the first time this year.  You were so excited.  You helped him pack up the gear and set up the tent.  Uncle said that this was the most hiking he’s ever done on a camping trip – easily over 6 miles in one day.  You saw elk, antelope and even a baby antelope.  You found animal tracks and even a turkey call.  You and Uncle made a baseball bat out of a tree branch.  Then you practiced hitting rocks with it.  One of the phone calls you made to me you were telling me about everything you were doing.  You told me you were getting ready to have lunch – hot dogs and baked beans – so you were sure to have good toots that night!  After all that hiking you were tired but Uncle wasn’t ready to go to bed.  You kept asking him when he was going to bed because you didn’t want to sleep alone.  You’re both talking about going snow camping this winter.  Crazy boys.

You’ve told everyone that this has been the best birthday.  You got some really cool presents.  Auntie, the girls, and Uncle got you a remote control motorcycle and a remote control helicopter.  You were flying the helicopter down the hallway when your cousin stuck her head out of the bathroom – just in time to get it caught in her hair!  You thought that was so funny.  Grammie and Papa got you a new bike.  It’s bright orange.  You’ve been riding it all over the place.  Daddy and I got you a basketball hoop for the new house.  You can hardly wait to play.  We also got you two Transformers.  That’s the first time you’ve seen them and you were fascinated.

Everyone that knows you comments on how sweet and well behaved you are.  You’re a charmer.  You have the cutest smile.  That’s all true but I think the real charm is your sweet heart.  I cherish each hug you wrap around me.  You still let me kiss you in public…. sometimes.  I pray that you keep your tender heart and that you keep your faith strong.  I love you!

Happy 9th Birthday,


Still Alive with a Side of Frustration

Hello my dear Readers…. I’m still alive!  I assume y’all know that we’ve been busy moving across the country.  We’re at my parents and we’re waiting to close on the house that we’ll be renting from them.  Hopefully this Friday.

That’s not all that’s been going on… The Boy managed to break his thumb about 3 1/2 weeks ago.  He tripped over a root in the backyard and bent his thumb under the palm of his hand.  He fractured the growth plate.  The doctor was cautious about how to proceed.  He said that we could leave it in a splint and hope that it would heal properly and grow straight.  But there was a chance that it would continue to grow crooked and would require re-breaking the thumb and setting it straight.  The other option was to go ahead and do surgery now to straighten it and place two pins in his thumb to keep it straight.  That was the option we decided to do.  Everything went smoothly and The Boy was proud of his camouflage cast.  The only downside to this route is that the appointment to remove the cast and two pins was scheduled for May 10th.  Guess where we were on May 10th??  Yeah, Phoenix.

Not such a big deal if we had insurance here – which we don’t.  That left us with a few options.  Fly back to Roanoke to keep the appointment there – vetoed by my mother.  Find a doctor here and pay out of pocket – vetoed by the hubby.  Leave the cast on forever – vetoed by The Boy.  Remove the cast and pins ourselves.  That option remained on the table for a bit while we tried to find alternate routes.  On Mother’s Day we finally gave up and prayed for the best.  My dad – handyman extraordinaire – just happened to have the proper tool to remove the cast.   My hubby buzzed and buzzed and buzzed around that cast until we were able to take pieces of it off.  The cotton and gauze presented a bigger challenge.  It was tough to cut through and since we weren’t sure where the pins were placed we had to be careful.  The Boy was a trooper and survived – despite having the pins bumped a couple of times.  (oooooh the mother’s guilt!!)  When the last bit of gauze came off and The Boy got a look at the pins he FREAKED out.  I don’t blame him one bit.  They were larger than we expected, they didn’t fall out like we expected, and they were both protruding from the same hole.  My hubby was amazing.  He grabbed The Boy’s head in both of his hands and brought their heads together until their foreheads were touching and he talked him down from the edge.  Once The Boy calmed down he was okay with looking at and talking about the pins.  But there was no touching them.  No way.  No how.  The hubby made a quick call to Phoenix Children’s Hospital to confirm that they would remove the pins – yes, they would, c’mon down.

We loaded up and drove down to the ER.  I have never been admitted to the ER that quickly!  They still had his records in their system from when he was a toddler so that eliminated some time.  They processed us through and plopped him in a bed.  In the hallway.  By the ER Ambulance admittance doors.  I think we saw about four ambulances pull up and run through the hallway with patients on gurneys.  Luckily none of them were as bad as what you see on t.v.  We waited and waited to see the doctor.  Finally he came to take a look and decided that he couldn’t pull the pins…. he needed to talk to the head of ortho to determine how to proceed.  Back to waiting.  When he returned he had not so good news.  He was not going to pull the pins.  Instead he was ordering films and referring us to a hand surgeon.  He said to call them on Monday to make an appointment for either that day or Tuesday- that they would be expecting my call.  After that things once again happened quickly.  The Boy was wheeled off for x-rays and returned to the hallway.  Then the fun began.  Two men came to put on a half splint – which is really half of a cast.  The smaller of the two men was bald with a little goatee, tattoos and just kind of tough looking.  But he was amazing.  The Boy started sniffling and tears started dropping when they started moving his hand around.  The man went and got a box of tissues and said, “My nose is a bit runny (blowing nose) so I’m just going to set this box of tissues riiiiiiight here (next to the boy).”  I love that he didn’t embarrass The Boy by making note of the tears but made him comfortable instead.  They put a sock on his hand, surrounded his thumb with gauze, and put a strip of cast material up his arm and around his thumb.  Then they wrapped the whole thing in a big ace bandage.  I forgot to mention that this whole time The Boy had been keeping his wrist bent backward (like holding a serving tray).  Why?  I don’t know but he wouldn’t straighten it…. for like five hours.  Once the cast material went on they had to straighten his wrist.  They did it quickly and without warning but again, they were awesome at consoling and comforting him.  This is why I love the children’s hospital.  You can see that everyone working there loves kids.  Once everything was finished Mr. Tough Guy brought out three boxes of toys and let The Boy pick out a toy.  He chose a box of Legos.  And, yes, he does manage to play with Legos with one hand.

First thing Monday morning I called the hand surgeon.  They did have our records and notes from the ER, however, the appointment setter said that he didn’t think he could schedule an appointment since the doctor doesn’t assume care for patients – only new patients.  I explained that the ER doctor spoke to the hand surgeon because we were a unique situation; being out of state.  He put me on hold for awhile and when we returned he confirmed that no, he could not been seen.

Let me get this straight.  Urgent care doesn’t remove pins, the emergency room won’t remove pins, and the hand surgeon won’t even see him.  Meanwhile The Boy still has pins in his thumb with a half cast and we’ll have a whopping ER bill.  Greeeeeat.  Back to square one.  I am going to call the Roanoke doctor to see if they are willing and able to find a referral for someone here.  I suppose if that doesn’t work I’ll try the children’s hospital again.

At least we’re staying occupied while waiting for our house…