Well...first of all Happy Easter to all those here in Blogland! My weekend started out rough to say the least. I got off work Friday morning after working from 7pm Thursday night. Ryan had dropped Kaylie off at the house on his way to work so that she could spend the day with me, she said she needed a "Momma and Me day". We had breakfast then went shopping, out to lunch with Kevin at Rio Grande for some yummo Mexican food, someone backed into my Trailblazer as we were backing out at the restaurant, then I took her to get her nails filled, Ryan met us there and I was off to pick up the other 2 girlies. OK....when I got there Bri told me that her boobie was hurting and that she has woke up with a knot in it. Her Daddy said it was probably just growing pains, her Mum Mum told her it was probably cancer and I had no idea what to think other than it was not normal. As the evening progressed her pain got more intense and she decided she needed to go to the hospital so I took her to my hospital. We sat for 3 hours in the waiting room before we got back to the exam room. As I was helping her into her gown I noticed how much bigger things had grown in the 3 hours since we had been there and now she was crying with pain. Shw was examined by the doc and we were told that she had an abcess in there and that in a few days they would have to take her to surgery to drain it. The admitted her into the hospital for IV antibiotics and a surgery consult. Let me tell you....Jeckyl and Hyde was present in our room. She was fine until they started talking needles. They came to start an IV and she locked herself in the bathroom. Embarrassing. Once I bribed and threatened her out of there she sat on my lap on the bed to get her IV started and she bit me. Hard. On the wrist. The nurse, a friend of mine, was nice enough to draw her blood from the IV when she started it and also gave her pain meds through it to save her a few sticks. We finally got to our room and they came to take her blood. My 12 year old screamed bloody murder as I held her down. Not fun. They gave her some Morphine which I figured would knoock her out....wrong again. I finally called her Daddy and told him to call into work and come down because she might be going to surgery and I had had about all I could take at this point. This was at 7am Saturday morning. Did anyone pick up on the part where I had not had any sleep to this point of the story? And had not eaten since lunch on Friday? Yep. She was discharged Saturday afternoon. The surgeon said that he need a few more tests run before doing surgery and they were not done on weekends so he let her go home. I have to take her next week to have an ultrasound of the mass and then to the surgeon to figure out the next step. I do have to say that I am very proud of Bri for at least one thing. SHe had a total of 6 doctors, 3 nurses plus mommma and daddy looking at and feeling her boobs which is very uncomfortable and embarrassing for a 12 year old. So...with that being said Bill and I switched off Sat morning so that I could go to bed with the promise that he would call me and keep me updated which he did. Good Daddy. Kevin took Kelsie to Chris's going away party so that I could sleep. Good Step Daddy. Chris leaves for Iraq on Tuesday so please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. And one last thing....please admire my son in laws artwork on Kaylie's baby belly. Next Thurs be ready to see either a football or princess crown because they find out what it is.
