Where to Start? (Long post feel free not to read)

We have had quite the last few weeks around here. We finally got Kent casted again the Monday following my previous post. It was a traumatic experience for him as they did some x-rays again without me in the room. It was just him, the nurse, and the rad-tech, and you could hear him crying all the way down the hall. I decided to go to the bathroom during that time so I didn't have to hear him scream. They were so good with him and made it quick. His bone is growing back, but not enough yet. So now (just as expected) he is casted to his armpit. At least it is waterproof and comes off in about two weeks.

That same week on Wednesday I started to feel some abdominal pain around 10 in the morning. I thought it was just round ligament pain associated with pregnancy and went on with my day. As I laid down for my nap (yes I still nap everyday, and yes I know that won't last when I have another kid), I noticed I couldn't lay on either side because the pain was too bad. After I woke up my lower-right abdomen was tender to the touch. It went on throughout the evening, and since Ammon had to go out for some church meetings I decided to go to my great aunt's house while he was gone. On the way there I texted my friend Sarah who had had an appendicitis last year and asked her about the symptoms. They were very similar to what I was experiencing, although my pain was a little higher on my abdomen. After some research I found out that appendix pain in found higher in pregnant women. So at this time I was toying with the idea of having an appendicitis and called my mom to joke with her about flying down to take care of me. Little did we know that it did not end up being a joke at all. I got ready for bed that night and just as I laid down the pain got to the point where I knew I had to get it checked out. No longer was this just a "pregnancy pain".

So I bid farwell to Ammon who stayed home with Kent while he slept and drove myself to the hospital. It was okay going by myself because I knew the ER visit was going to be at least 6 hours and I didn't want to inconvenience anyone but myself. Plus, if it turned out being nothing, I wanted Ammon to be rested at work. However, after some blood work that showed an elevated white blood cell count, an ultrasound showing an inflamed appendix, and the pain they decided I needed surgery. At this time it was 1 in the morning and I called Ammon (it took two calls to get him coherent), my parents (who started making flight preperations for my mom), my grandma (to make sure it was okay to call her sister in the middle of the night), and my great aunt/grandma's sister (to come stay with Kent). I felt the worst about that last one - who calls their great aunt in the middle of the night to ask, "Would you might coming and sleeping on your great niece's couch and watching your great-great nephew?" As it turned out they were all more upset about the fact that I took myself to the hospital than they were about getting called in the middle of the night, but whatever.

I went into surgery at about 3 and don't remember anything really until much later that morning. I have recovered pretty well, just a little sore still. My mom just left today, and we would not have been able to do it without her. I can't lift Kent for 4 weeks, so we worked on training him to get in and out of his highchair and the car seat. Our only hiccup came with the stairs. The kid has no concept of stairs and feels as if he can just step off and fall to get to where he wants to go. And since we really don't want any more broken bones, we are currently stuck only going as far as the front door. Oh well.

This is the only picture I have to go with this post. It shows Kent's blue cast and bit of evidence that my mom was here - a blow up mattress and a grandkid favorite: the iPad.