Birthdays and broken bones....

January 31st was Lachie's 5th birthday.

It was a very exciting day because don't you know? Life begins at 5.  Well that's what Lachie thought anyway!  In Australia, he would have started school last week.  In America, he has to wait until September.  He is pretty bummed about that, he cant wait to start.  That being said, he can already read Sam's 1st grade readers with confidence and expression, count to 100 and write his alphabet.  Can someone say 'genius'?  He gets that from me.  

Anyway, back to his birthday.  Before he asked for anything in the way of presents for his birthday, he asked for lasagne and chocolate pudding to be his birthday dinner.  He loves his tucker.  Our wonderful friends the Millikan's threw him an impromptu birthday party after school on his birthday.  It was lovely and Lachie felt very special to have friends around him to celebrate.  Mummy felt very special to have a friend like Ali who is organised and generous, to throw her son a party.  Note to self; get your act together next year.

We had our wonderful Aussie friends, Tony and Karna here for the week so they got to join us for our delicious birthday feast that night.  They gave Lachie the game 'Uno Attack' which has been in play constantly since coming out of the box.  Teaching the boys to follow the rules and be gracious winners/losers has been interesting but they are getting the hang of it.  Being a good sport is very important to an Aussie.  And its very important in life.  Proverbs 29:23 says 'A man's pride will bring him low, but the humble in spirit will retain honour'.

So the 'birthday' part of this post title is covered.  Now onto the part you are really wondering about.  Broken bones.

Last Saturday, at 3:30pm, Hannah broke her left femur.

We were just about to leave to go home from the park when Hannah fell in the bark chips and began to scream.  All you parents out there would know the cry that only comes out of your child's mouth when something is seriously hurting.  She lay on her back, looking very shocked and not breathing right.  We thought that perhaps she had just been winded so we picked her up which brought more screams.  She was inconsolable.  We tried to figure out where she was hurt as there were no scratches, bleeding or bruising.  We asked Sam if anyone had bumped into her or if she had fallen off of the play equipment.  He said he was sure neither happened and told us that she had simply fallen over.

With Hannah still screaming we made it back to the car and had concluded that something was wrong with her left leg.  We were with some friends who gathered around her and prayed.  Not that she let anyone come within arms reach of her leg!  She was not a happy girl.

Hannah cried all the way home and I knew something was seriously wrong.  She is a super tough kid and usually the hurting cry only lasts a few minutes. This was on another level we'd never experienced before.  We got her inside, gave her some ibuprofen and laid her flat on her back on the couch with her legs on a pillow.  She eventually calmed down but would not let anyone touch her leg.  She was still very shaky and in pain.  It was so sad to see her like that.


After some discussion with a doctor friend, we decided to take her into get checked out in the ER.  We left the boys in the care of Karna and Tony and took Hannah to Shasta Regional Hospital.  We had been advised that their waiting time was less than the other hospital in town, Mercy.  We were seen quite quickly and in a few hours, Hannah had been X-rayed and the diagnosis of a broken femur had been given.  Hannah did so well.  She was up way past her bedtime, licking lollipops and playing with a balloon.  She was pretty happy except when anyone wanted to move her.

The doctor informed us that Hannah would possibly need surgery and that she was going to contact the orthopedic surgeon at Mercy.  After a while the doctor returned to tell us that Hannah would be taken in an ambulance across town to Mercy Hospital for further treatment.  More waiting.  Two very kind paramedics came and managed to get Hannah into the ambulance with minimal fuss.  God bless ambulance officers.  I was able to ride with Hannah and to be honest, I was a little bit excited to be having a trip in an ambulance.  A first for me and I wasn't even ill, bonus!  Ben followed in our car and met us there.

We were put in another small, white room and Hannah was assessed and I told what felt like 10 people her details.  Stumbling every time with saying her birthday because it was 11:30pm and Americans say the month first, then the day, then the year but Aussies say the day, month then year (makes sense, don't you think?).  Anyway, Hannah had an IV put in her hand which was not a pleasant experience for anyone and eventually everyone left, the light was turned off and Hannah was able to go to sleep for a little while.

Around 1am, we made it up to the pediatric ward and Hannah was weighed and given her first pain meds.  Finally.  We got her settled as best we could and she fell asleep quite quickly.  I spent the night next to her on a fold out bed.  I was so tired it felt amazing.  Ben went home to sleep and be with the boys. At 7:30am we were collected for surgery. Hannah and I were taken down to the operating room and I met the surgeon. A no-nonsense guy who gave me the run down on what they planned to do with Hannah's leg.  I felt at peace and was sure that he was going to do the best for my precious girl.  I said goodbye to Hannah and I could still hear her screaming for me as I walked down the corridor.  I waited in the lounge and cried.

After about an hour, the surgeon came and told me that Hannah had been put into a 'spica cast' and he was hopeful that the bone would heal just fine.  As he described the cast to me, my heart dropped.  It was awful.  I was soon taken into recovery and reunited with a very groggy, cranky, thirsty Hannah.  She was desperate for a drink of water but ice chips were the best I could offer.  She was not impressed.  Eventually we were taken back to the ward where Hannah projectile vomited.  So much for  keeping the cast clean and dry.

She was miserable.  It was not a fun day.  We were able to take her home later that evening.  She was still very sore and not happy with being moved at all.  Getting her into the car was tricky and Ben ended up holding her on his lap as she did not want to let him go.  We got home and tried to make her as comfortable as possible on the couch.  It was late and we were all very tired.  Thankfully, Hannah slept all night through without waking.  Such a miracle.  She did wake in a lot of pain though in the morning and had to be bribed to take her pain meds.

Since then Hannah's pain has dropped every day.  She has slept soundly every night and woken relatively happy in the morning.  She is more able to be moved as her pain lessens which means she can sit up in the pram and even in her carseat.  She is quite frustrated by her cast and had been throwing some rather intense tantrums but I can't guarantee I wouldn't do the same in her position.

 

During this whole ordeal we have felt loved, supported and covered.  It is a wonderful and special thing to be on the receiving end of the concentrated care of the body of Christ.  We felt the peace of God over our home and His grace for us to do what needed to be done.   We rest in His goodness and are continually praying and declaring healing over Hannah.  We are believing for a miracle.  We know that God is Healer.

Thankyou to everyone that has prayed, sent messages, provided meals, visited and loved on us.  We appreciate it all and are so blessed to have each of you in our lives.  Hannah is doing so well, thankyou for loving her and us.