As the fates conspire - Life on Display 2.0

Well it has taken a few days but here goes my personal therapy session.

Lets start last night....

Son#1 - ankle is still broken and still swollen. He is scheduled to have the cast installed this afternoon but only if the swelling is down..who knows.

Son#2 - Decided to cruise through the neighborhood on his scooter yesterday after school, jumped a curb, or should I clarify, almost completely cleared the curb, launched himself onto his wrist! He now has no wrist. It goes shoulder, forearm, palm, fingers. Swollen and tender....Heaven help me!

Daughter#2 - Yesterday morning she decided that oxygen was optional and began dropping her oxygen saturations to the 70's ( this is not good ) the doctor had us rush her in where they monitored her and gave her medications until she was low but stable. We were then sent home with three medications. She then chose to drop back into the 70's later that night. Heidi sat up with her, giving her breathing treatments and holding the oxygen in her nose. She does not like the oxygen and does not understand why she needs it so she pulls it off at every possible occasion. With the treatments and the oxygen we maintained sats in the low 80's.

Daughter#1 - While we were attending to daughter#2, daughter#1 got up at around 2:00 AM and proceeded to throw up all over the faux wood floor in the front entry way, all over the back of the hall toilet and eventually in the hall toilet. She was then cleaned up and placed on one of the couches in the family room. She has since thrown up into a bucket every twenty to thirty minutes from the couch. Heidi brought daughter#2 to the family room from where they were sitting on the floor of her bedroom and set themselves against the apposing couch from daughter#1. This included the oxygen tubes and the pulse oximeter. Base camp was then officially declared in the living room. Heidi, having had a stomach ach for a day or two, began having significant stomach cramping while on the floor in the middle of the night. I gave Heidi the baby to feed at about 4:30AM and then I took her back into the bedroom to go back to sleep with me.

Son#1 was last seen teetering up the school steps with his crutches, a backpack of books on his back and a plastic grocery sack hanging from one arm rest of the crutch. He squeezed through a closing door and was gone.

Son#2 gingerly picked up his own school luggage and walked to school.

Daughter#1, daughter#2 and Mom#1 where left in unceremonious piles on the floor and couch of the family room.

Daughter#3 was still asleep in my bed when I left but was stirring and should have been wanting attention by the time I drove away.

I am FINE, thanks for asking.

I am however looking into adoption options for me. Other families who are well and might be in the market for a 38 year old bald fat man.