ArE wE hAvInG fUn YeT!!

Well Monday was a regular day. The boys came home from school and Brenan said his stomach was really hurting. I said well go clean your room and then I had him take his Eagle Scout pack to be signed by a guy in the ward. He got back home and said maybe you had better take me to the doctor. I said are you sure. He said it really hurts. We headed to Community Care while Dave and Kaden headed to Hamer for singles Family Home Evening. We got into Community Care around 6:45. The doctor said that Brenan didn't have the usual symptoms of appendicitis. He had the pain but he wasn't sick to his stomach or nauseous so he said he would take his blood but he really didn't think he had it. They took his blood and the doctor came back and said you had better head to the hospital. We headed over. The surgeon met with us and said they would have to come out. He went into surgery at 10:30 p.m.

This is Brenan on pain medication waiting to be taken back for surgery.
The doctor came out at 11:30 and told us everything went well. The appendics was bad and it was good that they got them out. Rachel, Kendall and Kaden headed home as soon as the doctor gave us the news. We then had to wait for him to recover and get taken to his room. When he was leaving the ER to go up to surgery we ran into Jerome Sutton, my cousin, he is a nurse down there. We got him to his room around 12:30. Jerome came up to check on him when his shift was over which I thought was so nice of him to do. I asked Brenan if he wanted my to stay with him. He said no he was fine. He was way groggy and couldn't stay awake. We stayed until he was all settled and the nurse had got all her questions answered. We got home at around 1:45. Funny how a normal Monday can turn into such a day.


Here is Brenan on Tuesday. He was in pain and not feeling to great. He slept for most of the day and we ended up getting to come home at 8:30 p.m. We finally got him home and settled by 9:30 that night. He said he didn't think the doctor would have had him come home if he had known we had to go over the Rocky Mountains to get home. He kept complaining at how bumpy the road was. He said can't you miss the bumps? He must figure I am a miracle worker. He was sore. You always worry when your kids end up in the hospital. It is so good to have him home and OK.