Well no one has kicked me so that means one of two things. Either people have a wildly different idea of what a pumping party should be then me. Or, and this is the more likely, out of the billions of people surfing the inexorable world wide web, no one has actually taken an interest in me. This doesn’t actually depress me as much as that sounds.
Either way, I’ve kicked myself and here I am, maybe some vodka in the punch will liven things up.
Life’s been interesting lately. A brief look into my life would show my two sons having health issues, although one could probably quite rightly say that the issues are completely not related. The easier way to put that would be that they have different problems.
Micah, the oldest one, was due to get a lower arm cast (from just above elbow) taken off the day after we went to a park to let the boys experience some fun and a location they’d never been to. Micah thought that it would be fun to let himself fall backwards off what was sitting on (some sort of new fangled playground equipment). Now it might sound like I was evil letting him do this with a cast on but here’s the thing; it was no more then 30cm off the ground. Unfortunately that gave him room to decide to protect his cast so he tucked that in and landed in such a position that his head and shoulder landed first. This resulted in a clean snap of his collarbone.
This wasn’t actually figured out until almost 12 hours later when I took him to the hospital because he woke up at about 10 o’clock screaming in pain. I’d previously just been hoping it was a sprain or something relatively minor, at least something that could’ve lasted until 9:30 the next morning when he had a doctors appointment. But, quite obviously, it couldn’t. So now the poor kid is in a sling for up to six weeks after three weeks of being in a cast, same arm by the way.
Then there’s Caleb. He’s only 22 months and tomorrow he goes in for day surgery to get grommets. I have to admit I’m quite conflicted about that. Yes, it’s been shown that he has fluid in his ears and he does have ears that are a bit reddish. But at his age it just seems to be a bit extreme. I’ve spoken to heaps of people about this, all with various backgrounds and qualifications, and every one has different views on whether it’s good or bad or even if it could help him or not. Some say he’d just grow out of it. In this situation I don’t know what to do.
At least he’s not getting his adenoids out, that really scared me but I didn’t have enough information, a smoking gun if you will, to go to my ex and say that I veto the operation. Should’ve followed my gut cause it turns out she was thinking the same thing.
Sure there have been other things in my life, but they’re the most important part of me. Pray for my boys, they need it.