We had SUCH high hopes for our fall break weekend. It started off great. The boys and I kidnapped Brookie B Wednesday night through Friday morning and loved having her with us. We went to the pumpkin patch with some very close friends and met up with some other very close friends. Life was good.
Friday morning my mom surprised us with coffee for me, donuts for the kids, and further surprised me by offering to take all three kiddos home with her so I could get some work done and pack for our big fun weekend. Hooray. My mom has this uncany knack for knowing just what I need, just when I need it. She is the greatest...and psychic. Kind of frightening.
Anyway, I got the house cleaned, my typing done, and all packed up for our fantastic weekend getaway. We were joining the Chaplins on a roadtrip down to our friends awesome, amazing, fantastic, country getaway. They own tons of acres of land and have a pond stocked with fish and lots of land to explore. They have a little go-kart track and had worked so hard planning out meals and activities for the weekend including a hayride and pumpkin carving for the kids, 4 wheeler fun for the daddies, and wine in the hot tub for the mommies. It was going to be a fantastic weekend. WAS being the operative word.
We headed out on our 2-1/2 hour adventure south with no trouble and arrived at our destination around 5:30 p.m. All hell broke loose just 10 short minutes later. Our just turned 7-year-old friend (her birthday was last Wednesday) Kirin was going for a ride on the kid go-kart, which is as safe as a go-kart can be with a roll barr, 5-point harrness, and a governor that controls the speed. Kirin started going in circles, tipped the go-kart, and broke her femur. Did I mention we were in the middle of nowhere? Luckily, Novak, our host for the weekend is a volunteer firefighter/EMS guy and exactly who you would want with you in a medical emergency. He made a splint for Kirin out of a cardboard box and tore t-shirts to secure the leg in place. Crazy. He, Michael, and Angela headed to the nearest hospital some 15 miles away and his wife, Nila, Dean, and I stayed at the house with Ben, Joe, Amber, and Trey (Kirin's 4 and 2 year old siblings).
We did some fishing and played on the swingset for a bit when Joey grabbed his belly, started crying that his stomach hurt, and vomited. Are you kidding me? The weekend was not shaping up as we planned. Mind you it was only 6:30 p..m at this point so we had only been there an hour and could tell things were spiraling wildly out of control.
We got all 4 kids inside, bathed, and in jammies. Around the time that Joe threw up for the second time we got the call from Michael and Angela that Kirin had broken her femur and was being airlifted to Riley for surgery. Holy cow.
We fed the kids (those not puking at least) and watched Alvin and The Chipmunks while we waited for further word from Michael and Angela. Angela ended up riding in the helicopter with Kirin and by the time Michael and Novak got home around 9:30 p.m. we had made the decision that we, too, were going to head home with our little pukester. We rolled into our driveway around midnight with a bucket full of vomit and two tired kids.
Joey did not throw up anymore after we arrived home. I spent the night on his floor with him and when he woke up at 7 a.m. and we made our way to the family room we discovered Dean on a couch and Ben on another couch...with a trashcan next to him. He had evidently woken up at 6:30 a.m. puking.
The good news was that we had no plans for Saturday (since we had planned to be gone) so we just all lounged around in our pjs watching movies and helping Ben get through his vomiting spells.
Kirin had her surgery at 8:30 a.m. and was in recovery by noon. Surgery went well and she was a trooper throughout the entire ordeal. She is seriously one of the toughest kids I know.
Sunday began bright and early as usual...but it was my turn to have the stomach bug. Dean had to work the Pacers Fan Jam so he left for work around 9:30 a.m. and the boys took excellent care of me, even allowing me to nap while they watched Annie and played in the basement. My mom took Ben in the afternoon while Joey and I napped and Dean got home around 5.
We survived the weekend. Barely. But we did survive. Here's to a better weekend coming up!
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