Mar 05 A week of challenges..

We seem to be a little unlucky at the moment.  Last week saw the birthday boy being ill. Thankfully he recovered enough to enjoy his party. The weather was good and the boys enjoyed the ringo’s. As did I!!!

This week has been a little crazy though. Inbetween trying to prepare Erin for her surgery next week and preparing all my cover lessons for the week I am off school I feel like I’m chasing my tail. I thought I could bring home a load of marking next week and get on top of all my books and then it dawned on me that the my students will actually need their books in school duh!

On top of all this extra work this week, Chloe had her appointment at the hospital to have her cast off from the broken ankle. Four weeks ago after the Xray we were told all was healing well, the closed reduction had a been a success and the fracture had healed and now just it was just time for the bone to repair itself.  Waiting for bone, bone growth these words have become a mantra to us – means more to us than most as we are constantly hoping and praying for bone growth for Erin.  Bone growth would mean the hip is stable and no work on the femur is required.

Anyway, I digress, Lee took Chloe to the appointment only to find that after the cast was sawn off that the healing still had a way to go.  Chloe had much less movement in her ankle than was expected.  The registra was not happy and explained that Chloe now needed a leg brace for a few more weeks.  Heartbroken was not the word.  She sobbed, she was frustrated and she felt it so unfair.  I think she was expecting to dance out of the hospital straight onto the hockey pitch where she would be welcomed with open arms by her PE teachers.  The reality is a lot less picturesque.  I felt so sorry for her.  She was due to go on a retreat with her school this coming weekend.  A weekend of activities and reflection, it what she has focused on the past few weeks , it has been her carrot at the end of a challenging six weeks.  We prepared her as best we could that school may not take her in the brace, I was concerned that school would not be covered to take her due to this holiday accident she had on her snow day.  Thankfully they are.  That has saved me from a weekend of grief and teenage angst!

Next week is not one I am looking forward to, I don’t want to walk that corridor once again, hold my baby girl as she fights against the sleep that takes the pain away.  I don’t want to be drinking lukewarm coffee out of paper cups whilst waiting for the nurse to tell me that my youngest is in recovery.  I don’t want to see her frightened and confused face.  We have done this before, too many times and I am not ready to go back there. 

So please lift us up next week, say a prayer, make a wish or do whatever is your thing.

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