Sooner or Later…

Setting the stage:

Mrs. Fyah had a due date of August 1. That day came and went a looooong time ago. Her water finally broke Saturday morning.

Our church was having an ice cream supper - homemade of course. It was to be Saturday evening, outside with horseshoes, volleyball, waterballoons, watersprinkler, and various combinations of water-balloons-volleyball-children. The weather cooperated being a beautiful mid-eighties with a light breeze. We invited Grits & hubby as the ladies at church had not seen their ‘Little Bit’. After learning that Mr & Mrs Fyah were at the hospital they graciously volunteered to sit the younger siblings. This is a great sacrifice as Little Missey is a nursing baby and does not take a bottle at all. However, she can & will drink from a straw and eat baby food so with some formula and food at home we were set. Ice cream & food delivered to church. Dad driving from work to hospital. I driving down to hospital.

While waiting in the hallway of first hospital (dh, Mrs’s mother G., and stepfather D, me) we get a phone call…

First Hospital:

Welcome

Alexander

11:26 pm

7lb 7oz & 22inches

The New Family

The Second Hospital:

We are waiting in the hallway when dh gets a call on his cell. It takes a minute for him to understand as there are only about 4 people who has his number and the person talking isn’t one of them. Eventually he got this…

Davo was playing volleyball, went to spike the ball, landed wrong and is on his way to the hospital in an ambulance.

Second immediate phone call from Grits and dh is on his way to another hospital to help. Good thing is this hospital is between the first one and home.

End of a long night. After and xray and cat-scan:Davo has fractured a vertebrae and one next to it doesn’t look so good either. His back does not look like a 24yo back, it is an old man’s back. He will be going to a VA hospital in Memphis but maybe St. Louis as the closest one is not able to handle this.

Thank you Iraq. He was at the front of the drive into Baghdad. Remember all the burning crud & smoke on the nightly news? Or maybe it was all the shots that military had to get - what does anthrax + small pox + everything else at once do to a body?

The nurse in the ER was very snippy/rude behaving as if he were some attention seeker with a passion for ambulance rides on Saturday nights. Dh finally interjected “he is an ex-Marine* and if he says he is in pain, then he is in pain.” She was a tiny bit better afterward. I wonder what she thought after the tests came back. The Dr. has talked of trying bedrest and therapy at the hospital but Davo really needs to be at the VA. VA is a benefit, civilian is $$ among other things.

Conclusion:

If you are a praying person please keep them in your prayers. If Davo doesn’t start college he doesn’t get his military scholarship and that is what they have been living on. He needs to heal well as he has applications for state police for Arkansas & Missouri.

Update*  He had fractured the top the 4th and the bottom of the 5th lumbar vertebrae. According to the x-ray he has the back of a 50 yo and has degenerative arthritis in his back.

*I know there is no such thing as an ex-Marine but most people hear “he is a marine” and believe they must still be enlisted.