13 abrasions and 1 broken right hand

this post will be light on the capitals as the shift key is difficult to maneuver right now.

so wed night adam and i were watching dear sweet puppy layla while her mom went to class and then worked the midnight shift. the plan was to walk riley and layla, drop layla off, go home, eat ice cream and watch grey's anatomy. the night almost went like that but midway through the the walk layla slipped out of her collar (sound familiar?). as calmly as i possibly could i alerted adam that she was free and according to adam i took about 4-5 steps before i started falling. also according to adam it was not a fun sight to watch because with every step and every attempt to right myself i fell further and harder... culminating when my face hit the sidewalk (only after every other body part also hit the sidewalk). adam started running toward me and i told him to get layla. i was still extremely concerned about getting her back. he goes after her and luckily she was more interested in playing with riley then running around the neighborhood so she was very close by. adam starts to corner her (it looked like they were playing 'ring around the rosie' around a bush ;~). i managed to pick myself up and act as a wall against layla giving adam the opportunity to pounce on her. we sat clutching her for a second, catching our breath, then got up, dropped layla off and went home.

we went to start cleaning me up and every few seconds we discovered another abrasion. big toe on my left foot, middle toe right foot, right ankle, both knees, right hip, right boob (don't ask me how!), right shoulder, right palm, right hand, left elbow, left hand and my face. yeah, i looked pretty! a few of the abrasions were pretty intense so adam and i tried to clean them as best we could. at this point my hand is hurting alot and we are worried about peabert so i wanted to do the only thing i really know how to do in an emergency... i wanted to call a mom... enter sandy, the awesome mother-in-law... she assures us that peabert is probably fine but that my hand sounds broken and she suggests phoning the ob on call and see what they have to say... we did and cool calm and collected dr. hankinson calls us back and tells adam that peabert is fine but go to the er and have my hand checked out... and away we go.

we get to the er around 11 and start our litany of sitting and waiting... they call us back and check me over... that was when this picture was taken (and yes, we took pics in the er ;~)

honestly adam and i spent the majority of the time laughing at the situation and how ridiculous the whole thing was so these are real smiles! here are a few more pictures....


this is after we went back to the waiting room and after 2-3 times of me asking what is taking so long, they bring us back to this room... i hope you can tell that the pout is in reference to the time... man were we tired and hungry!


here is my dear sweet (starving) husband after we are moved to yet another room! i felt like we opted for a tour of the hospital rather than treatment! by this time they have done a fetal heart tone and peabert not only gave us 150 beats per minute but he kicked the tech doing the listening... 'that's for making my momma wait!' we also found out that they were sure my hand (5th metacarpal) was broken and that they would be sending me to a orthopedic specialist. awesome!


here i am showing off my temporary splint and my bandaged arm with the time in the background.... that's right... a whopping 7 hours in the er for 20 minutes of baby listening, wound cleaning and hand wrapping!

at this point it was clear that neither of us were going to work today (not that we thought i would but we thought adam might... until the all night er-palooza)... on the way home we stop at mcdonalds as a treat (we do love the breakfast sandwiches) and finally head home. we call our bosses, eat and promptly pass out at 7:00 am.


this is sad pathetic wifey's bed for the night!

adams boss (who i will call 'the lph') calls around 10 to get some info from adam and i answered the phone (strategic as wild horses and a tornado, let alone a little cell phone can't wake my husband from that tired of sleep)... the lph sounded so concerned for me and we chatted for a few before i roused the hubby. quick words with the lph and adam is back out.... i on the other hand (pardon the pun) am awake and thinking of all the appointments and calls that need to made. i called my co-worker and told her the story, then i called the ortho... they fit me in that day (yay for not having to take another day off work!) but that meant i had to wake adam at 11... poor hubby! i have to say though, he woke up with NO complaining! he's been SO great through all of this!!


here is a picture from after the ortho appointment... i have another splint (WAY more manageable than the er one) because i have an abrasion on my palm that needs to heal first... so i go back in a week to see if i am ready for a cast! this picture will also go in my pregnancy book as my 17 week picture!

through this whole thing adam and i really never lost our sense of humor and i actually learned a lesson... rely on my husband more and that he is the most awesome husband i know - adam has been so sweet and nurturing through all of this.... he's been washing my hair, helping me get changed, putting on my jewelry and doing all the things i can't... just generally being an awesome husband without ever complaining (seriously, not once!) and by having to rely on him, i am learning to really trust him, more than i thought i could!

all in all it's been a fairly fun experience with a few moments of pain and panic... and if i had it to do over again, i would run just as hard to get layla.... i would just make sure i was on better footing!