Sunday, February 28, 2016
The stomach bug started in our house with Ian, then me..... Then tonight, Kk, Tristyn, Jared and Nana. Nana was driving Kk home from practice in Tulsa when it started for them. I surely think the last month of our lives is some sort of a mix of a very bad dream and a beautiful one. I've laughed more in the last few weeks as situations have presented themselves because it's been all I could do to hold it together. A freak accident started it all. We couldn't have made up a story as silly as Austin hitting someone in the butt with his thigh and developing compartment syndrome. Really??? 2 emergency surgeries followed by one miraculous one, 5 blood transfusions and we think we are out of the woods. Everything that happened is the rarest of rare. We headed home from ACH, desperately needing a break, but we had just started some renovations to our home before all of this happened. The end goal being to have a bedroom for baby Ian and a kitchen that fits our family. So that first weekend, my man spent the weekend breaking up tile. White tile in a house, on a farm, with 7 kids, 3 dogs and lots of extras is a big no no! It literally looks like a dust bomb blew up in our house. It's everywhere! Between cleaning and lots of appointments for Austin, we are all tired. We need a break. No such luck. You see, we have goats and they never have babies when it's a good time. Valentine's Day and I'm out with my girls trying to help one of our momma's birth her kids. No luck. They are turned all wrong. I tried assisting but was unable to turn them correctly. Called a dear friend, she's seriously the for real pioneer woman. She's the one to call if the apocalypse ever happened. She comes and tries with no luck. Call the vet, no answer. We decide to try one more time and help. One baby boy, we just barely lost him. Baby girl number 2, she shouldn't of been breathing, but miraculously, she was. Sweet Miracle. Baby girl number 3, she'd been gone awhile. My sweet girls stayed out with us until very late. Brityn was the last one to come inside with me. Meds, milk, towels, blow dryer, warm snuggles with this sweet baby goat and her brave mama. Headed in to bed, up 3 hours later and I knew my momma was in trouble. I load Mary up and take her to the vet. She's lost so much blood from pushing 3 breech babies. We lost her sometime that night. Our sweet miracle ended up at the vet the next day, but thankfully she's doing great now. What do you do with an orphaned baby goat in the Pavatt house? They come and live inside😂, play king of the mountain on your clothes and sleep in your bath tub. My house is a zoo of sorts at the moment, well maybe not just at the moment, it's kind of always like that. By now it's Friday. and between taking care of Austin and being exhausted, I'm ready for a break. A real break. A crawl under the covers and sleep for a few days. Nope. Not going to happen. My favorite goat. The one I keep goats for. The one who has special latches on her gates because she's so smart and once she's out, she lets everyone else out. My sweet Delilah, she decides it's time to have her baby. Fast and painless, praise the Lord. She and her little boy are doing great. Now, a break? Sort of. A great, much needed date night with my man and dear friends on Friday was refreshing to our souls. Delilah was even kind enough to be timely so we didn't have to miss this. Saturday it's time to start preparing for Muluken to go to London. This is an amazing opportunity and one that we've had a million debates on who would go with him. In the end, Austin was going to accompany him. They were so excited to go together. A senior trip of sorts for Bub and a phenomenal experience for both of my boys. We even had Austin's hip surgery scheduled in time to be able to allow him to go. A freak accident, lots of surgeries, no London for Bub, no brother bonding during an amazing experience. Broken hearts all around. Unaccompanied minor for Muluken. He's not flown much. My momma heart worries. What if he gets lost? 2 seconds ago he texted and told me that they are sitting in the airport in London, waiting on a family that got lost. Thankfully, he arrived safe and sound, with no sign of the stomach bug. But a family lost...... Hmmmmmmmm. Trusting, trusting. Finalizing the paperwork for Muluken on Saturday. Austin comes in and says, "Mom, feel this!" A long pocket of jello feeling mush in his leg. Idk, maybe that's normal? We'll watch it and see how it goes. Sunday, I load my big girls and head to Tulsa for training. Because, yes, we are that crazy. Get home late, after a fun afternoon full of soccer, laughs, music and reliving silly memories, and Austin needs me to look at his leg. It looks like someone cut half and orange and stuck it under his skin next to his incision. Hmmmmmm. Call the doctor. Wrap an ace around it. Surely it'll go away by morning. No such luck. Head to Children's. Another surgery. Another delay of Austin's hip surgery. Another disappointment for my boy. He says, "No! I need to be at my game tonight." Surgery anyway, go to the game and spend the next 3 days in excruciating pain. I had the tummy yuck, so I never posted. They took the drain out, he has another incision on the top of his leg, tiny compared to the nearly 15 inch one down his leg, but 2 more weeks and stitches out of that little incision and where they opened part of his first incision up to drain the fluid. Then we can talk about hip surgery. He had a common complication that doesn't usually need surgery. Ha! That's not Pavatt style. Thankfully, Muluken's travel went great. Praying he doesn't get the tummy bug that is running rampant through our house. That's the last thing he needs. I sat in the waiting room on Monday nearly in tears. I'm tired. My sense of humor is running low. My sweet Gifte just came in, she's sick as well. That leaves Muluken and Austin. Oh, Lord. Please spare them this.