Sunday, November 11, 2012

Transition and healing

Well, football season Dallin didn't last a whole lot longer.
They lost the next game to Madison, and didn't make it to the championships.
It was a very sad night. 
Not just because they lost, but because they didn't play any where near their best. 
They knew it too.
It is tough to have an off night and lose an important game. 
And you know what? 
The sun rose the next morning and he got up and went to school like always.

Isn't that life? 
You get knocked down, you get up and deal.
I guess that is what football teaches literally and figuratively.

So now we transition from a painful football season into basketball.

We had a ton of excitement the next week though!
McCade got his nose broken in PE!

They were playing Baseball in the gym, because it is too cold to be outside now. The kids had been complaining because they thought the little plastic wiffle bat was dumb and wanted to play with the aluminum bat. 
I am glad she didn't cave in to the kids that I am sure were really bugging her.
If she had, we would have been in full facial-reconstruction.
Instead we just a got a little broken nose.

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6
He did bleed for a long time though.
Like 2 1/2 hours long.
I think that is why he didn't bruise too much.
Here is some hospital pictures.
The Emergency Room, was an eternal adventure. 
It took them over an hour to read the x-rays.

He was brave and didn't even cry, until I showed up.

Honestly, it was emotionally exhausting

Official diagnosis: Even though the bat hit him on the right side of his nose, he broke off the left side. He is sporting a hard bump on the left side, and still has a bit of trouble breathing through the right side. 

He is a little concerned about the bump.

I told him to give it a month or so.
Maybe he will think the bump is cool after awhile.

There was an up side though: the girl he 'likes' walked him to office when he got hurt. 
(That would explain the lack of crying)
And when he went back to school the next day: He was - in his words - a 'chick' magnet.

So I guess there is always a silver lining!