Plate & Screws

After some miscommunication with Tria this morning, Jeremy and I went up for a surgical consult at noon.

I had to redo my x-rays, which hurt like crazy. But then Dr. Wilczynski said surgery is the way to go. I have a Closed Colles Fracture--both the radius and ulna are broken at the wrist joint.

Next Wednesday morning, I'll go in for surgery to get a plate and screws put in. I'll be in a cast for a few weeks, on restricted activity for 3 months, and won't feel like I'm back 100% for a year.

Worse Than Labor

We've been doing battle with ice on the driveway for three days. I put down salt several times, and yesterday morning Ivy and I chipped away ice for an hour. This is all in the name of "Bethany already slipped on the ice once this year."

After I picked Ivy up from school we went and picked out her new ballet schools. We came home, I put the car in the garage and I walked down the driveway to get the mail. Right at the end of the driveway, by the mailbox, I slipped on the ice and fell. As I was going down I thought "don't put your arm out!!! Don't put your arm out!!!" Instinct took over, and I landed with my right arm outstretched and my palm flat on the ground. I thought for a second, maybe it was just sprained. But as soon as I looked at it I knew it was broken.

I took my phone out of my pocket and called Jeremy and work. Crying, maybe in hysterics, told him to come home. He hard a hard time understanding what I was saying "you did what?" "where are you?" "should I come home?" So I stood up, got the mail, and all that was there was the cub coupon book! I sat on the couch crying, I told Ivy to put her shoes on and go get Nikki.

A couple of minutes later Sam came over, he said Ivy looked scared and said "My mom is having a baby, come over!" Sam convinced me that I couldn't wait for Jeremy to get home. So he drove me to the hospital and Nikki watched the kids. Jeremy met me at the hospital.

I got right in, I guess when you walk in begging for pain killers they take you right back. They gave me a dose of pain medicine, took some x-rays, gave me more medication and put my arm in a splint. The ER doctor didn't even set it, he said even if he did set it I'd probably need surgery anyway.

So I have some Percocet and a surgical consultation this afternoon. Surgery is tentative for Wednesday.

MLK

Ivy learned a bit about Martin Luther King Jr in school last week. Here's what she told me about him:

He lived a long time ago when dark people and light people couldn't drink at the same water fountain. Now dark people can live wherever they want and we can all be friends.

"Like Tyler can be my friend because of him."

Tyler is a black girl in her class. I was impressed that she made this real-life connection to something they talked about in school. And she was so happy that she can be friends with whomever she wants.

Bedtime for Baby

We have had the same bedtime routine for five years now.

Bath. Jammies. Brush teeth. Read books. Sing songs. Bed.

Since Livy was born, Jeremy has been doing bedtime with the big kids while I snuggle the baby. In fact, I've always taken the baby while Jeremy does the older kid. This is mostly true because our babies nursed to sleep for a long time. Nowadays, Ivy and Jamey each get to pick out a book to read, and I doubt Jeremy sings to them.

These are the books I've been reading. I have them all memorized. It's handy for when we travel: I don't have to bring them along. I can just recite them.

Big Red Barn by Margaret Wise Brown
Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear by Nancy White Carlstrom
The Very Busy Spider by Eric Carle
Goodnight, Moon by Margaret Wise Brown


Hush Little Baby
You are my Sunshine
I Love you Baby: I only sing the first chorus of this song. And instead of Conrad, I say "baby" or "kiddos" or the name of whomever I'm singing to.

 I think it's fun. I like the routine as much as the kids do.