by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 29, 2009 . 11:55AM
So, we finally got A.J. settled into the car and Livvy was working at keeping him calm. Overall, he was quite a brave little soldier. Every now and then he’d break the brave face and it reminded me how young he really is. He’s such a tall, big child that I forget he’s only 8. When I see him next to Lola, who is small and delicate, I remember that there is just a little one in that body who still needs his mama and who is a scared child.
I’d given him ibuprofen at on the pontoon boat. If there was anything I remembered from when he broke his femur, it was how terribly incompetent the medical staff were at that hospital and how long he had to wait for both water and pain medication. I immediately gave him both.
It took us 30 minutes to drive to the nearest hospital due to the excessive twists and turns and unfamiliarity with the wood-laden area. We’d already spent 30 minutes on the pontoon boat just getting back to land and A.J. had been in pain quite a while. I was on edge and ready to hurt someone. Anyone really. If someone had volunteered to be a Bobo doll, I’d have aggressed something fierce.
When we pulled up to the hospital, all of us did a double take. It was small and about the size of a large sit-down restaurant. I inwardly groaned and feared for the worst. There were no cars in the parking lot and I admit that my first thought was “Can they close the emergency room over the weekend in towns like this?” Look, I grew up in a small town, but this was ridiculously small. We dropped Leon and A.J. off at the doors and parked the car.
As we walked through the doors, the nurses immediately said “to the right.” How did they know who we were and whom we were with? Were they magical? Did they have mystical powers? The real answer is that they had TWO people in the E.R. One that had been there for hours and A.J. This further cemented, in my mind, that they didn’t know squat.
I don’t like being wrong, but I was.
Within 20 minutes, A.J.’s stats were finished and he’d been through X-ray. The doctor came in, checked him out and said that he had a foot sprain and that he’d be tender. We have a week of elevated feet and icing it once an hour to look forward to and then he should be good as new. Once he can put weight on it, he’s good to go.
Really? That’s it?
My first thought was that I wanted to go back and have a “chat” with the first responder who made A.J. hysterical. Then, I just felt lots of relief. We went back to the condo and spent the rest of the weekend relaxing in the cabin.
It wasn’t the best way to spend our time or money, but it sure wasn’t the worst. It could have been much, much worse. We were lucky.
We parted ways with our family and came home to 3 relieved dogs and one crabby cat.
Life is good.
by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 28, 2009 . 1:19PM
The morning started beautifully. We slept in and ate leftover spaghetti from the night before for breakfast. A.J. loves nothing more in life than his NeeNee’s spaghetti. Snails followed us from TN and the water was simply breathtaking. We were all in good spirits.
The pontoon boat was loaded and I was feeling incredibly peaceful. As I expressed earlier, I wanted nothing more than a day floating on the lake and reading my book. A.J. loves his extended family. He had really taken to Ashley’s new boyfriend Ricky and kept going up to talk to them. He’s also quite partial to my uncle Jeff and my cousin Tyler, so he spent quite a bit of time at the front of the boat. My spidey senses weren’t tingling and the boat bounced up and down in the water. My cousin, Justin, was driving the boat like it was on the way to some kind of fire only a pontoon boat can put out, so the rest of us were dodging waves and looking for some kind of landmark to tell us where we were.
I was snuggled in the very back of the pontoon boat with Leon and dreaming about my ideal water day. About the time I was ready for my imaginary hammock nap, we saw the sandy beach area. (dum-dum-dum) Justin slowly pulled us into the beach area and we planned on spending the day there. On the other side of the “sandy beach island” there were plenty of drunk college students dancing and grilling food. Various activities such as cornhole and beer pong were aplenty and there was only another pontoon boat on our side of the beach. What WAS on our side of the beach was a huge log and a rope swing to jump into the water and Tyler and Adrian immediately jumped ship to join the kids who were jumping from the rope.
I bet you know where this is heading, don’t you? I think part of me did, too, but the other part of me said, “Quit being an overprotective parent. He’s 8 now and if you stifle him, he will never have any childlike experiences.” I should have slapped that part of me and run after my kid.
Instead, I grabbed my camera and hoped for the best. It never turns out that way, though, does it. He did have one successful jump and splash. The second time, however, ended with him falling straight down and hitting both a tree trunk and deeply packed sand. I don’t remember much from that moment other than being angry that Leon just sat there (now I realize it was in shock) and that I couldn’t move until he did. I remember slapping Leon and yelling at him to GO!
Somehow, I still reached A.J. before Leon. I have no idea how as I lost my flip flops in the sand and my Baywatch run was definitely in slow motion. What I also didn’t realize, until much later, was that my Uncle Jeff got there much faster than any of us. He actually handed A.J. to me and then to Leon when I realized I couldn’t hold A.J.’s weight.
I need to take a minute here because high emotions offer the opportunity for a heart to be tightly sewn to a sleeve. My uncle Jeff married my aunt when I was in my early teens. He has been a fantastic step-dad to my cousins, Ashley and Justin, and an amazing father to my cousins, Tyler and Lola. He has been there for every person in my family every time they have needed him and done so with quiet strength and dignity that I think often goes either unnoticed or uncommented.
He and A.J. bonded from A.J.’s birth, as Lola and A.J. are about 3 months apart in age. Jeff is always the first to play with the bored kids or to deal with crotchety grandparents. He has helped me and Leon in many ways and he has been not only the best uncle I could wish for, but someone that I would genuinely call a friend to us. He’s one of those people that I wish lived closer, and it’s rare for me to feel that way about people. I know that he would do anything for my son. On the pontoon boat, on the way back to take A.J. to the hospital, he sat behind me to comfort me and A.J. and he will never know how much that helped me. I just wanted to take a second and thank him for everything he has been for me throughout my life and for my family. Thank you.
Ok. Deep breaths. Again, high emotion levels here.
When A.J. fell, Jeff handed him to Leon and Leon took him to the boat. We were instantly accosted by a woman in the pontoon boat next to us. She announced, at least four times, “Back off! I’m a first responder! You MUST do this. You MUST do this!” And gave us direction after direction. I tried to make it clear to her that A.J. broke his femur when he was 2 and we had a good idea of what we needed to do, but she would not be dissuaded. Her tone was making A.J. hysterical and our goal was to get her off the boat so we could get him back to the car.
Justin put the pontoon in full throttle, but it still took us 30 minutes to get back to the “mainland.” Water splashed over us from head to toe as I gently sang to A.J. to help keep him calm. Leon held his feet still and Jeff and Ashley and Lola talked to A.J. to keep his mind off of his foot. When we finally got back to the docks, A.J. looked at me and softly said, “Mama, can I choose the color of my cast?”
I grinned at him and said, “If you need one, yes.” He has his priorities straight. Color coordinating his cast with his clothing is important for fashion purposes. He also asked if Livvy could come with him to the hospital. I told you before that my sister is the most generous person ever. I don’t know many 13-year old girls who would give up their day on the pontoon boat to sit in the hospital with their 8-year old nephew. Her response to this was, “I would just worry about him all day so I may as well come.”
I love my family.
…Up Next: The hospital…
by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 27, 2009 . 12:00PM
Those that know us know that we rarely take vacations. We talk a fine talk about going on about one a week, however, and, as pathetic as it is, they are not huge island resort vacations. Nope, our fantasies are “maybe we could go to Cincinnati next weekend?” Cincinnati. I’m gonna let that soak in for a little bit.
We head to Gatlinburg, TN about once every two years for a 3-4 day break and if you haven’t been, it’s a nice place to vacation. There is far more there than just Dollywood. This year, the idea of an extended family vacation was really appealing. And by “extended family vacation” I don’t mean “a longer family vacation,” I mean “a whole mess of folks who share your dna in one cabin where it’s a possibility that one may not come out alive because they’ve ticked you off to the point where you’ve considered where to bury the body.” Yet, that sounded appealing this year, so we decided to go for it.
On Friday, my family (me, Leon and A.J. minus the pets), my mom and sister and my aunt and her family drove to Kentucky Lake for a 3 day jaunt at Prizer Point Marina and Resort. The goal was to relax on Friday night, go out on a pontoon boat all day on Saturday and go home on Sunday. As this isn’t terribly far from us, it sounded like an ideal vacation. I’m a voracious reader, and a whole day floating in water while reading a book is my ideal kind of day. The only way it could have been better would have been if there was a hammock for me to rest in while I was on the pontoon boat. You know, so I could have pretended to be a ship mate from old sea days…
Look, if “voracious reader” didn’t give away a vivid imagination, I don’t know what else I can tell you. Some of you totally get why the idea of the hammock on the pontoon boat appealed to me. If you didn’t, you won’t and that’s cool. Step off, homie.
We were doing any of that “rugged camping out” crap. Nope, we were staying in a 3 bedroom condo with all the fixins’. It overlooked the water and A.J. and his cousin Lola and his other cousin Tyler went out to the water area behind the condo while the rest of us settled in for the weekend.
My sister, Livvy, spent about 3 hours trying to blow up a beach ball that is about twice the size of her. Incidentally, she never used it that weekend. Leon and my uncle Jeff spent time catching up, as they usually do when they first see each other after an extended period of time. The rest of us were unpacking food items and getting ready to head down to the pool.
Leon and I missed quite a bit of pool time. We decided to enjoy air conditioning and reading time. When we finally went down there, we found out that Lola had a flesh wound, which may or may not have been a “sue-able” offense against the facility and that there was a creepy boy that was either stalking my cousin Justin or my sister Livvy, but I can’t be sure which.
There was also an interesting sewer smell that wafted through the area every 5 minutes, that I kept attributing to Leon, bless his heart, who was sleeping next to me. So much so that when my mom suggested I move to a more shaded area, I left his stinky sleeping carcass there. Poor guy. We realized it wasn’t him later when Ashley’s boyfriend Ricky smelled it from across the pool. Then again…
I didn’t go swimming on Friday because I thought I’d have plenty of time the rest of the weekend to go swimming. Oh, I was wrong, so very wrong. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Our night ended with a rousing game of spoons in which my cousin, Ashley, ended up on the floor with a bent spoon. A.J. and Lola had spent some time collecting some shells and my aunt and I watched the sun go down. Life was feeling good. As it usually does before the bottom drops out.
….to be continued….
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