So it turns out Emyri has Transient Synovitis which is just a fancy way of saying inflammation of the hip joint. They don't know what it was caused by and they're sending us to an orthopedic surgeon just to make sure it's not anything else, but it should just last three to four days.
Whew. We're so glad that's all it was.
She still can't walk and hurts a lot to be moved at all, but she's in good spirits. Right now she's on the couch building with her blocks and Brin is making her laugh. I think everything's going to be just fine: )
I think I was so nervous because I didn't know what was going on with her and because I'd never seen her or either of my kids in that much pain. I guess it was just one of those weird things that happens sometimes, but I think everything will be fine, and I'm so glad.
I'll post if anything changes.
Last night though when she could only sit still on the couch she was watching that pixar short film with the old man playing chess against himself. When the little old man got up off the chair and hobbled over to the next seat Emyri laughed and exclaimed, "Hey! He walks like I do" : )
She's at the Emergency Room right now watching Shrek while they wait for her blood work and x-rays to come back and I'm at home with a sleeping Brinley writing a post as an attempt to keep my heart from beating too quickly and my mind from racing too fast.
You see, we've been to the ER before and we'll more than likely be there again and I'm usually a calm cucumber, but this time I saw how much pain she was in as Chad carried her out the front door and how she was calling out for "Mommy" and my heart was breaking: ( Oh, these kind of moments....too intense.
I think this time my heart is racing more because I'm not there with her, and I don't quite understand what it was that was causing her so much pain. I think it's the unknown-ness of what's going on that's got me all worried.
This afternoon after church she played in the snow with Chad for a while then came inside and ate. But after a while she started saying her hip hurt and she was limping around. At first she was kind of "ouch" laughing at the pain...if that makes sense. I can't think of what to compare that too, but I know I've done it lots of times, just laugh through something that's kind of painful. Then she started wanting me to carry her places instead of walking herself. Eventually she just wanted to sit on the couch and not be touched or moved at all. And then she was crying out in pain with any little movement. I knew it was pretty bad, because if any of you know Emyri, she is not one to just sit still. She is always, always, always on the go, even when she's sick. We knew she was in too much pain and we couldn't understand it, so Chad ran her up to the hospital.
She didn't want to have to go to the doctor. In an attempt to not go, she even told us, "I think I can walk now." but once she even started to move to get off the couch she cried out in pain and went back to sitting still: ( I feel so bad for her.
I have no idea what's going on. She hasn't fallen or been bumped. At first we thought maybe she pulled a muscle, but when it just kept getting worse and worse that didn't seem like a normal muscle pull. I got a hip infection when I was five, but I was sick before that and the infection settled in my hip, and she hasn't been sick.
So Chad texted and said they've done x-rays and blood work and now they're just waiting for the results. Waiting very motionlessly.
Until I get a phone call, I guess I'll post a bunch of pictures of the little sweetheart, because this really is helping my heart stay in my chest......: )
This is me so happy and excited to be a mommy and to finally meet Emyri.....but soooo out of it! haha. I could barely keep my eyes open: )
This one makes me laugh! ha. She was really quiet that first day....and just stared at us with her eyes wide open like, "Wow, what the heck is going on here!" And yes, that is Chad holding our new born child upright with only one hand. We were newbs: ) Tiny Emy
Fist Bump! Look how young Chad looks! And Kaylee and Jack are practically babies: ) I love this pic
Last Sunday as I was laying next to Emyri singing her songs before bed, so requested a 'beautiful' song. She's told me this means a long pretty song, not our usual goofy, fun songs that end up making us laugh out loud. For some reason I was reminded of a song I used to sing with my good friend pmb when we were little. I remember sitting with her on the floor in her bedroom next to her stereo playing and singing this song over and over again. I remember thinking it was a 'long, pretty' song then too.
I was surprised to be reminded of it after all these years, but as I sang the chorus a few times over to Em's before I kissed her goodnight I noticed how well the song reflected my feelings over the past 6 months.
Like two sparrows in a hurricane
trying to find their way
with a head full of dreams
and faith that can move anything
they've heard it's all up hill
but all they know is how they feel
the world says they'll never make it,
but love says they will.
(Love Says They Will, Tanya Tucker)
(sound familiar pmb?) : )
Not to be overly gushy or too mushy, but can I just write an entire post about Chad and how much I love him? Since you're not here to tell me I can't, I'll take that as a yes: )
Chad asked me to my first prom when I was a sophomore. We came into each other's lives at a point where we both needed each other. It was hard for me to understand love and let myself love someone else at such a young age when I felt like I wasn't supposed to love someone yet, or that I was too young to know what real love was. But Chad was so good to me, so kind and patient, and always made me laugh. I was going through the most difficult time in my life up to that point and in my confusion and fear I'd push Chad's friendship away time and time again. But he was always there, smiling back at me with an open heart. I can't tell you how he's changed me.
I remember driving in the car one night in high school, just thinking and praying about things and trying to figure out my life when the words came into my mind, "Chad is a gift from Me to you." I had a peaceful reassurance that things were going to be ok.
If only I had known what an amazing gift Chad would end up being for me. I look at the peace and happiness and balance I feel in my life now, compared to times when all I felt was chaotic, guilty, and fearful and I know I have changed for the better in incredible ways, and so much of that change has come through Chad's continual Christlike love. I have come to know my Savior's love because of Chad's love. Can I just tell you how much I love him for that! So very much. That has changed everything.
Since Chad's dad died, I have come to love him in ways I've never been able to experience before. I can honestly say we feel something for each other now that we couldn't have before without this experience. Something deeper, something even more real. Even though things have been difficult and heartbreaking at times, I, and I think I can say we, are so grateful for the experience.
"...if thou be cast into the deep; if the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thing enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine to hedge up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of hell shall gape open the mouth wide after thee, know though, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for they good."
Things have been hard, but they have been for our good. I really believe that. I am closer to Chad than I have ever been in my life and we are closer to God.
So here it is, my mushy post about Chad. I love him, and I will choose to love him over and over again for eternity for all he has done for me. There couldn't be a better man for us three girls: )