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Tate's bad day
Yesterday started out as a pretty good day. The sun was shining, we played outside, had a photo shoot for the kids, played some softball, etc., and then all heck broke loose. I went to my softball game last night (which we won!), but when I got to my phone after the game, I realized I had missed several calls, voicemails, and text messages. When I saw they were all from Allen, I immediately knew something was wrong, and I was right. Tate had fallen off the trampoline and had broken his arm. I had carpooled with three other ladies to the game, so we booked it home as fast as we could. My friend Jen drove my car home because I was such a wreck. I felt so guilty that I had been playing softball and hadn't got the messages. Poor Allen had been trying to get a hold of me, but finally gave up, and hauled all three kids to the instacare. Luckily, there was no wait, and they confirmed through x-rays that Tate had fractured a bone above his elbow. They sent him home in a sling and made an appointment for us to take him to an orthopedic specialist today. We just got back from the hospital and luckily, Tate didn't need surgery and they casted him right then. He only needs it on for three weeks, so it could have been so much worse! I'm so grateful that he didn't need surgery, for a very capable and loving husband, and for good friends that got me home from the game last night.
Yesterday started out as a pretty good day. The sun was shining, we played outside, had a photo shoot for the kids, played some softball, etc., and then all heck broke loose. I went to my softball game last night (which we won!), but when I got to my phone after the game, I realized I had missed several calls, voicemails, and text messages. When I saw they were all from Allen, I immediately knew something was wrong, and I was right. Tate had fallen off the trampoline and had broken his arm. I had carpooled with three other ladies to the game, so we booked it home as fast as we could. My friend Jen drove my car home because I was such a wreck. I felt so guilty that I had been playing softball and hadn't got the messages. Poor Allen had been trying to get a hold of me, but finally gave up, and hauled all three kids to the instacare. Luckily, there was no wait, and they confirmed through x-rays that Tate had fractured a bone above his elbow. They sent him home in a sling and made an appointment for us to take him to an orthopedic specialist today. We just got back from the hospital and luckily, Tate didn't need surgery and they casted him right then. He only needs it on for three weeks, so it could have been so much worse! I'm so grateful that he didn't need surgery, for a very capable and loving husband, and for good friends that got me home from the game last night. 
5 comments:
Poor guy! He and Abby ought to get some pictures together with their matching casts!
those pictures.... ouch... sad...wet, long, very long, eyelashes. Poor baby!!
AHHH! I just got your message. Sorry. I'm glad that it'll only be for 3 weeks, and no surgery. Poor little Tate. Poor Shannon, and poor Alan too. Those pictures are so sad. I'll call ya tomorrow. . .
So Sad! I'm glad that it wasn't any worse, though. We love you little Tate!
Poor kid. How many of your kids have broken their arms now?
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