Poor Kid

 September 4th was "the worst day of my life", said Ethan, and Friday September 21st after being in a cast for 3 weeks, we went back for our weekly visit to the orthopedist, and it quickly became "the 2nd worst day of my life", said Ethan, as it was then that we found out that Ethan would need surgery to pin the bone into the proper place so it would heal correctly.

 Friday when we received the news Ethan wasn't thrilled, but he handled it pretty well.  We figured we may as well make it festive so we took the family to Red Robin Friday to um... celebrate? We also bought him yet another book, one of his favorite things to help him in his recovery.

 He had be to the hospital by 6am so Randall took him while I stayed home with the girls thinking it wouldn't be an overly big deal and he would be home in a matter of a few hours.  Sadly the bone had healed quite a bit but not in the right way, so they had to do a deep incision through the muscle down to the bone, then re-break the bone and pin it in two places to hold it together correctly.

 You can see from the x-ray what they did.  If you look at the bone toward the top it doesn't look all that great and straight either but they feel like it's healing completely fine so you can imagine how bad the other bone looked before it was pinned.

 Because the surgery was more extensive and involved than they were planning, there was a lot more pain involved.  AND Ethan was only heavily sedated to have his arm set the first time so this was his first time with general anesthesia, and he did NOT do well.  When he came to recovery he was in a lot of pain and was horribly nauseated.  Of course he had not eaten in preparation for the surgery but he just kept throwing up.  He was one sick little amigo.  Because of this he had to be taken up to the pediatric floor to be monitored for several hours.

 Thankfully at this point my Mom offered to come sit with the girls so I could go up and be with him also.  He didn't seem to care to much when I got there but he was still not a very happy camper.  Thankfully they got his pain under control and after another dose or 2 of Zofran they were also able to get the nausea under control... well so we thought.

Finally a few hours after I arrived he was able to settle in and sleep hard for about an hour.  It was after that he finally turned a corner and was able to eat a few crackers and a bit of a roll, hold down some liquid and go to the bathroom.  All things he had to do in order to be discharged.  He was still looking green and was weak but we were anxious to get him home.

He seemed to be doing ok at home and was able to eat a few more crackers and some soda so we were feeling encouraged when bed time came.  To bad as we sat him up to get him to bed her threw up everything he had finally ingested including his pain meds we had given him just minutes earlier.

Thankfully a good friend of ours came to help Randall give Ethan a blessing of comfort and healing.  It was a really sweet experience watching both men kneel by his bedside and bless him with comfort.  The little girls knelt down too and listened quietly.  After our friend left Ethan asked if I would just stay in his room with him for awhile.  It was really sweet to talk with him quietly and rub his legs and feet to try to get him to relax.  Sadly Ethan being the oldest and such a sweet and easy kid I think he often doesn't get the time and attention he deserves, so it was nice to just be with him quietly alone for a little while.  It was then that he thanked me for coming to the hospital to be with him.  It was a strange thing to watch him lying in the bed rubbing his long legs wondering how the time has passed so quickly and here he is this big boy.  Thankfully it wasn't long after that he was able to settle in and fall asleep.

 When I was leaving Ethan's room last night I saw this note Anna wrote to Ethan taped to his door.  It reads : To:  Ethan Wilson, I am sorry you had to have "srgry" love, Anna.  I thought that was so sweet of her.

Today he is no longer throwing up, is eating a little and can move a round just a bit.  He will definitely be missing school tomorrow and after that we will just have to see.  Despite all of this he has yet again been as sweet as ever.  He did ask me the other day "why God had given him this trial", and so we had a good conversation about that.  I told him that God thinks he's strong and so he knows he can handle this.  We are just grateful the worst is over (I hope) and he is on the road to recovery.  He will be in his soft splint until Friday when he is put in a hard cast and then we will check everything including the pins a month later to see how we are doing.

I wish I could say this is the last of our hospital time, but Randall gets to have a little hernia surgery on Thursday, so wish us luck!