An Interesting week…

Since this is the easiest place for me to write a good, long description, I’ll deviate from my usual deep thinking topics and give a quick update on my boy.

Some of you may have already heard, but if not, here’s the skinny.  Sunday night was the 3rd (or 4th, can’t remember) croquet festival.  You heard me right, a church croquet festival.  The competition was intense.  But, that’s for another day.

Most everyone from church was there, along with plenty of kids for a good evening of running, screaming and bouncing on the blow up bounce house.  All was going smoothly until my second shot at the third wicket.  There was a shriek from the bounce house, and though I’ve only heard that scream once before, I knew it was our rough-and-tumble three year old.  He’d been joyfully bouncing when he landed awkwardly and his upper body twisted around his right femur and broke it.  He wouldn’t let us touch it, we could barely hold him and he was simply not calming down.  So, we knew something was wrong.

The bike trailer he arrived in behind my bike was not going to cut up to the emergency room, so one of the sweet ladies at church offered to drive us.  We arrived at the ER, signed in and waited for a few minutes.  The sweet ER nurse struggled with a thrashing baby boy to get an IV started.  A couple doses of morphine later and he was at least tolerating the pain.  X-rays weren’t much fun, but they told us he had definitely broken his femur and that we needed to stay the night.  We arrived at the ER around 7pm and (I thought waiting in an ER in Canada for 12 hours was bad) 21 hours later, our three year old finally went under to get his leg set.  Socialized or whatever kind of health care system you call ours; no three year old with a &%$#! broken femur should have to writhe in agony for 21 #$@%!& hours!  (But, I don’t have any hard feelings about it…)

Anyway, we were finally able to come home around 8:30 pm last night.  He’s done really good, considering he’s got a broken leg and a cast from his nipples down to both toes.  The next few weeks are going to challenging, to say the least.  Thankfully we’ve got a wonderfully loving church family to help us get through everything.

Thank you all for your prayers and concerns.  We solicite any more you’d like to offer.  We’ll try to keep you posted.  He’s doing well right now, just watching losts of movies, playdough (spelling), and water guns.  He’s a precious boy who’s been a trooper through this whole thing.  When a three year old is breathing through his pain, he’s WAY tougher than I am.  Now’s he’s just giggling and laughing, wishing he could move the lower half of his body.

So, I’ll probably be posting here in the next couple weeks considering the implications of faith, new work and a three year old with a broken leg.  So, keep checking back.