It started with the snooze button...

For the record, I hate the snooze button! I have some kind of internal clock that allows me to never need an alarm clock- Ken does not have such a clock. On this particular Saturday morning he snoozed about 4 times too many for me leaving me in not such a good mood. I ,however, overcame my crankiness and did some laundry and even managed a bit of time on the elliptical before hopping in the shower to get ready for the girls gymnastics performance.

Shortly thereafter I heard crying in the distance and thought to myself- seriously, I just got in the shower who is crying already and why!! Then that crying got closer and sounded like bad crying. My little Jack came bursting in my bathroom holding his arm and saying it really, really, really, hurts-yikes!! I quickly rinsed my hair and knew that a trip to the ER was necessary. In the meantime, I tried to get dressed, get him situated, calm down Marah who was crying and saying that this is scary, told the girls to get dressed, remembered that Hayden was home, woke him up, filled him in, told him to call Ken at work and left for the ER with Jack.

Both bones were broken and after some sleepy juice, a repositioning of bones, a splint, liquid percoset, and lots of x-rays we were ready to pick up his meds and head home. I called home to no answer about 3 times and then I started getting worried.

Hayden finally called me back to let me know he was having a hard time breathing-WHAT!! After a few minutes of panic between Ken and myself we devised a plan. I left with Jack to pick up Hayden while Ken waited for the meds. Luckily, Uncle Paul came over to watch all three little people and I headed back to the ER with Hayden.

After a not very nice man triaging us, a chest x-ray, torturous FOX news in the waiting room, a few jokes from the ER peeps, the diagnosis came...MONO!! Well, that news certainly perked up both of us...me asking the doc if it was still referred to as the kissing disease- yes indeed it is- a smiling face from Hayden and a few more hours of mocking from me helped to pass the time.

The boy had two bags of IV fluids, a steroid, IV meds, and tylenol and then we were out of there. He was certainly much perkier and we had some good laughs. All in all a total of 9 hours in the ER for me- not how I expected to spend my Saturday- nothing good comes from the snooze button!!

A few days later Jack got his cast put on. He chose purple and is back to normal- looking at about 4 to 6 weeks in his cast with trips to the ortho clinic weekly to make sure said bones are growing back correctly- oh joy!!