OUCH...

I wrote a newspaper article once about how ER visits go up when things get icy.  Well yesterday I decided to test this theory.  "Why not?" I thought? I was dressed up to go to the Temple for the first time since Ben was born and it was our anniversary-- a great time for experimentation. So here's the story as it played out…

Will was getting ready inside and I was all ready.  We were in a hurry to get babes to the babysitter and I thought I'd clean the car off of the ice and snow that had accumulated through the night.  In my high heeled boots no less. I had just finished the last window on the car and decided to jump from a snowy part of the driveway to an icy part (where I went wrong in my thinking… we'll never know ;). It didn't take longer than a split second to find myself on the ground.  I was struggling to breath and praying that my neighbor across the street had not seen and would not look over. I tried to pull myself up but experienced intense pain and dizziness when I tried. I could see that my only option was to wait. Wait for Will to figure out I was gone.  I kept one eye on my neighbor (who never did see me) and one on the ice in front of me-- trying to concentrate on not fainting. Finally when Will did come (a few minutes later), he saw that I couldn't move and started running to me. I told him not to run (we didn't need two hospital trips…) he slowed his pace and made it to me. He helped me up and we slowly made our way to the door. By the time we made it inside I about lost conciseness and Will carried me to the couch where I asked for a bowl and quick. I emptied some of my mornings breakfast into the bowl and laid there glad that it was over…we sort of, kind of like the beginning of the end.

The only time I shed some tears during the entire experience was when Ben was placed in my arms.  Trying to imagine how to take care of him without the ability to drive or walk. Once I got to the doctors office however, the outlook was a little less grim.  I won't be able to drive for 6 weeks but I can walk.  I have what is called a stable ankle fracture. Basically it is on the bone that does not bear my weight. So with the help of the boot I can waddle (with a little pain) while holding Ben.

Speaking of Ben his latest and greatest is screaming. He screams to get his way and loves to be held while walking and bouncing. He is also more squirmy than ever. I can't wait to see this kid grow up and become the person he is to be...

Ben's first Christmas! 

Will and his brothers all happened to wear green this particular day…. fun huh :)