Fire Drill!
Woke up Saturday morning bright and early with 5 of the 7 girls wide awake and giggling away.
Did I mention we had a cousin sleep-over?
We rushed downstairs for a cup of coffee and a jump-start on the chocolate chip waffles for six, when Daddy went to get the twins going.
He calmly said, "Honey, can you come here a minute?"
It was TOO calm.
I knew it wasn't a "feed the bed" episode.
I rushed up to their room, and he was standing there holding her entire button in his hand.
As in, the GAPING HOLE FIRE DRILL was now in progress.
When the button comes out, you have ONE HOUR and the hole will close and surgery is the only way to re-open it.
Yeah.
No rush whatsoever.
In a surprising dose of GRACE, we were both unusually calm, as I tried to reinsert the button into her tummy. It was obviously painful, and it was equally obvious that it wasn't going in.
Phase 2 of operation GAPING HOLE, was to grab all the things they would need for a hospital stay and surgery, as Daddy got dressed.
Did I mention we had SIX OTHER CHILDREN, who were now aware we were up, and had absolutely no idea why we were rushing around, and were filled with 3.465 questions.
"Can we have breakfast now?"
"Well, what are we having?"
"Can we play DS while we wait?"
"I'm hungry, when can we eat?"
They really didn't get it.
Mental note to Mom: Do a better job of preparing the healthy kids for an emergency. As in, SIT QUIETLY and wait for instructions. No following mom from room to room, no incessant questions, or stories about silly topics, and no tattle-tailing.
SIT. WAIT. MOUTH SHUT. REPEAT.
I got Greg on the road, and called my brother in law to come for his sweeties, called my son to get him on stand-by to watch the girls, and waited for Greg to call.
He got to the ER, on a Saturday morning, and....
It was completely EMPTY.
They rushed them back to a room full of bored ER Drs and after a few unsuccessful attempts, the Dr planned to send her to radiology.
I have no idea why they send them to radiology or what they do there, but it's the last step before booking an O.R.
He stopped, and said, "Let me try once more time."
And VIOLA!
He. Got. It. In.
Thank You Jesus!!
So, before he had admission paperwork completed, they had discharge papers. HA!
We may or may not have a bit of work to do to fine tune our GAPING HOLE emergency scenarios, but all in all, it wasn't so bad.
I seriously can't believe I said that, so either we are getting old and worn down, or we are just handling stressful situations better. HA!
So.................... how was your weekend?
Did I mention we had a cousin sleep-over?
We rushed downstairs for a cup of coffee and a jump-start on the chocolate chip waffles for six, when Daddy went to get the twins going.
He calmly said, "Honey, can you come here a minute?"
It was TOO calm.
I knew it wasn't a "feed the bed" episode.
I rushed up to their room, and he was standing there holding her entire button in his hand.
As in, the GAPING HOLE FIRE DRILL was now in progress.
When the button comes out, you have ONE HOUR and the hole will close and surgery is the only way to re-open it.
Yeah.
No rush whatsoever.
In a surprising dose of GRACE, we were both unusually calm, as I tried to reinsert the button into her tummy. It was obviously painful, and it was equally obvious that it wasn't going in.
Phase 2 of operation GAPING HOLE, was to grab all the things they would need for a hospital stay and surgery, as Daddy got dressed.
Did I mention we had SIX OTHER CHILDREN, who were now aware we were up, and had absolutely no idea why we were rushing around, and were filled with 3.465 questions.
"Can we have breakfast now?"
"Well, what are we having?"
"Can we play DS while we wait?"
"I'm hungry, when can we eat?"
They really didn't get it.
Mental note to Mom: Do a better job of preparing the healthy kids for an emergency. As in, SIT QUIETLY and wait for instructions. No following mom from room to room, no incessant questions, or stories about silly topics, and no tattle-tailing.
SIT. WAIT. MOUTH SHUT. REPEAT.
I got Greg on the road, and called my brother in law to come for his sweeties, called my son to get him on stand-by to watch the girls, and waited for Greg to call.
He got to the ER, on a Saturday morning, and....
It was completely EMPTY.
They rushed them back to a room full of bored ER Drs and after a few unsuccessful attempts, the Dr planned to send her to radiology.
I have no idea why they send them to radiology or what they do there, but it's the last step before booking an O.R.
He stopped, and said, "Let me try once more time."
And VIOLA!
He. Got. It. In.
Thank You Jesus!!
So, before he had admission paperwork completed, they had discharge papers. HA!
We may or may not have a bit of work to do to fine tune our GAPING HOLE emergency scenarios, but all in all, it wasn't so bad.
I seriously can't believe I said that, so either we are getting old and worn down, or we are just handling stressful situations better. HA!
So.................... how was your weekend?
My dearest darling children... we have no words, just tears of horror then incredible gratitude. We truly do serve a wonderful God. Jehovah Jireh our Lord provider. Words cannot express all that is in our hearts. The one thing I am sure of, none of us could do any of this without Him, I wouldn't even want to try!!! May He continue to bless you greatly!
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ReplyDeleteGuess you got your adrenaline rush for the next ten years!
ReplyDeleteHave you looked into sleep sacks? I can make her one in her size, if you want, with tube holes anywhere you want.