Remember when we were young and we looked forward to Friday nights? We used to cruise North (main street) and stop and talk to friends until the cops would run us off. We would just gather and socialize, but it was so much fun. We knew we could sleep late on Saturday and just relax the day away. What happened? I sometimes even dread Fridays because the weekends are sometimes so chaotic that by Monday morning when the kids are back to school and my routine is back to normal I feel like I can relax.
(Trever is in the bottom row 3rd from the left in the green hoody and camo bandana)
Trever had his annual Christmas program at school, it was a cowboy Christmas theme, and was really cute. Then they got to see Santa and give their presents to their teachers and I took them home. Trever had been acting strange all day, just sleepy and not so rambunctious like his normal self he even took a nap. Well early afternoon he started saying his stomach hurt. He has that infection so we assumed it was that and gave him is zantac and milk and that usually works pretty fast. This time it was different, he kept holding his right side and saying it hurt so bad. By about 11:00pm he was laying in a ball crying. I admit I got really nervous, Jim did too. We decided to be better safe than sorry so I took him to the E.R. where we stayed until 7:00 this morning. The Dr. also really suspected appendicitis but after X-rays they turned the diagnosis to a blockage in his colon. Everything worked out good and he feels much better. He is terrified of needles, so when the first guy messed up the first IV I thought Trever was going to bolt out of there. I hate being in the E.R. up here, it really brings back bad memories. We had the same Dr. that saw Jimi when she first got sick and he remembered her, which made him a little more nervous too. I also remember the bed Ken was in when he was there, and when Jim had his seizure/stoke thingy, and when Alex passed out while passing Sacrament.
Now, I know he looks so peacefull sleeping, and he did sleep quiet a bit. What you don't see is every time he rolled around and the sheet came off his arm that had the IV he would freak if he saw it, so I kept it pretty well covered. You also can't see the chair that I got to "sleep" in. It was exactly the same one they had at UCLA with Jimi, so I had learned how to pull two together and cross my legs just right where I could actually sleep for a few minutes here and there. The problem here was I only had one. The nurses at UCLA said they always got a laugh (not just at me) when people woke up in those chairs from the pain they could see in their eyes and how it took 5-10 minutes to stand up straight. For some reason I REALLY had that problem last night, so it wasn't even worth the sleep. When I came home and actually laid in bed, my back almost wouldn't straighten. Needless to say it wasn't a fun party filled Friday night. (actually not for anyone, we were literally the ONLY ones in there the whole time, I know weird huh)
So, as a mom 15 years later I've decided that my Friday nights are sometimes more exciting than they used to be... just not always as fun! Responsibility sucks! But I wouldn't give up my little monsters for anything!
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