Please don't judge me

Okay, so I feel like the worst father in the world. Last night, Jodi was working a night shift. Turned out to be a bad night for her, as you can see in the previous post. Unfortunately, it was a bad night for Abby, too. She fell out of bed around 4 or 5, and was obviously quite upset and hurt. She's fallen out of bed once or twice over the past year, but has never been seriously hurt. I gave her some motrin, and she calmed down and went back to sleep. This morning, she complained that her shoulder was hurting, but was able to get her shirt on and move her arm around without complaining, so I didn't think much of it, dropped her off at daycare, and went to school.
The room I now meet in is in the belly of a building where cell phone waves struggle to penetrate - over half of the cell phones in the class cannot get reception. As I only have a cheap pay as you go virgin mobile deal, there was obviously no way of contacting me. When class was over at noon, i checked the messages and had a few from Jodi. She was quite upset, said that daycare had called about Abby, and she needed to take her in for xrays because something was really wrong. I tried calling home, but nobody was there. Llong story short, I caught a ride with my friend to our doctor's office, who had gotten an xray for Abby. The result:



a broken clavicle.
Here I am, a 2nd year med student, giving my kid some motrin and sending her off to school with a broken bone. I feel completely terrible about it. What a great dad. So now Abby is in a little thing called a figure of eight splint to help it to heal, which it will completely within a couple of weeks. She is being so brave about it, only whimpering every now and then if she stretches it too much. Needless to say, we went out and bought a little railing for the bed so this won't happen again. Poor thing.

So classes started back up with a vengeance and we're going full steam ahead. Wish us luck with the coming semester. In the meantime, here are some pics from the summer that never got out there. Love you all!!

Woman's FLoor

Floated to a Woman's Floor last night...never liked woman's care in school.

7-28-09 at 11:30 upon arrival to the unit I remember why!

Second YEAR MED!

Well here we are. Back to it's a MAD MAD MAD world. School is in full swing for Robby. I've been working nights. Abby is doing fantastic. I start classes 22 August. AHHHH. I keep telling myself if it gets to bad Abby and I are off to Hawaii. JUST KIDDING. But doesn't it sound nice? *Sigh* SOOO, for family and friends email us if you really want us to get back to you. No, we don't have cell phones and we aren't home for the phone there. I'm hoping to catch up with the world around Christmas. If that's not possible this time next year?? WOW! Hope everybody is doing well and things are positive!
And wish us success this year is going to be a big one!

Cherry Pits 101... Call Somebody?

Cherries are in season and we have some in the fridge. So, me being lazy told Abby she could just go get one.
Then here she comes running into the living room and states " I swallowed the big seed! Call somebody!" Then she starts sobbing. Great. I start into all the typical "You're fine. You didn't choke. It's going to be okay!" "Mama call somebody." "Abby like who? A doctor? You're fine you don't need a doctor." "No, like..like Uncle Dan." "Oh, like Uncle Dan."
So there you have it. For personal drama there's Dear Abby. Spiritual Drama Pray. Everyday 4 year old crisis...Uncle Dan on speed dial. (Priceless until finding out he's telling her to expect a cherry tree to grow shortly, hmm? Though his advice made her stop crying and laugh:)