Friday

Our planned Friday night camping trip was eclipsed by a trip to the er. Aidan broke his arm in rather spectacular fashion which is not really conducive to backpacking in the mountains. The pile of backpacks, sleeping bags and tenting equipment stayed in a pile on the living room floor in favor of a marathon Spongebob session on the couch.

One of our sweetest friends, who is a NP in the urgent care we went to and a wilderness medicine instructor/guru, came and spent her day off keeping an eye on Aidan and sassing the nurses if they didn't perform to her standards. We are so thankful. Apparently the chances of Aidan avoiding surgery were much smaller than we had gathered from our talk with the orthopedic surgeon. We stood in the hall while they were working on the reduction and asked our Great Physician to line those bones up. The surgeon was very excited when the xrays showed both bones in alignment although the ulna was only 10% on. (They were again surprised on Monday when the bone had moved over to about 50% aligned.) We are very thankful.

We celebrated with a backyard "camping" experience. No sense in letting all those smores and hotdogs languish away in the fridge.

And at least we got to go inside when it started to rain.