Finding Humor in everything

It's been a rough week with Peyton in the hospital but I just thought I'd take time and write about the humor that came out of this week. The other stuff can wait until a later post. Oh and expect some possible misspellings-I'm posting from my phone and the app I'm using doesn't have spell check.

FIRST

We arrived at the hospital pretty quick on Sunday. It was am emergency situation when we left the house with Peyton and when we left we had been lounging around the house so we literally went from lounging to running.

As we're sitting in Peyton's emergency room after things calmed down a bit, I got to look at us...we looked HORRIBLE. We literally looked broke, and although we got great treatment I'm one who usually believe you get even better treatment based off of presentation. Thankfully we were treated by good people who saw past appearances. My husband had on an old sleeveless undershirt, no socks, older jogging pants and tennis shoes. I had on an old t-shirt I should've thrown away a long time ago and old pants. Peyton just looked pitiful and her hair was sticking up like Don King and I kept getting questions as to whether she was a boy or girl. She'd just thrown up on her blouse before we'd left so she was shirtless and barefoot. Nathan was the only one who managed to look halfway decent

SECOND

We saw a patient walking around the emergency room barefoot. Eww!

THIRD

The next day my parents came up while I was talking to the nuerologist. The nueroligis was going through the family history part. My parents decided to "help" by ablibbing. They were on the side quietly trying to add other family disorders-the problems were the people in our family they were bringing up haven't been properly diagnosed. We know they're crazy but I don't have a name for their condition and neither do my parents. We just know something's wrong with them. I was trying to think of a nice indiscreet way to shush them in front of the doc.

FOURTH

I was talking on the phone with my husband who was at the hospital. I was on my way there and my husband told me my father-in-law had arrived and him and our 2 year old had gone off for a walk somewhere up the street from the hospital.

As I arrive at the hospital I hear my name called I turn to see my father in law and 2 year old hopping out of someone's car and my father in law thanking them for the ride.

My father in law was so excited about a resturant he'd found and was telling me about it. The whole time though I'm thinking 'who in the world was that who dropped you guys off??!!' Then in my head I was secretly reminded of riding on the hood of my grandfather's tractor as a little girl and decided to let it go.

I later found out the person was someone they'd met in a restaurant that offered them a ride back since they had so much to carry. Of course Grandpa wouldn't hurt Nathan or put him in a situation that was dangerous and I truly feel he'd give his life for any of his grandchildren. Plus him and my mother in law did a wonderful job on Sam. I'm just thankful the cops didn't see Nathan not in a carseat.

And on the humourous side this is creating memories that are going to be priceless one day. If my mother knew half the stuff I did with my grandparents... LOL and too my son was literally having the time of his life.

FIFTH

I went to buy Nathan some new toys he hadn't seen to entertain himself with since initially Nathan was spending a ton of time there.

I had to drop the toys off because I was heading home to rest. The plan was for Sam to come out to the car to get them. He was with the doc though and sent my dad out instead. I'd bought two toys that were similar and wanted Sam to look at them to pick cause I couldn't decide which one Nathan would like better. I briefly explained this to Dad but later I found out that Dad had opened the other toy before Sam saw him and Nathan got one extra toy he wasn't supposed to have.

Well I'll write about this whole ordeal later. It's been a rough rough week watching Peyton out here and even as I type she's still here sleeping in this hospital room for the fourth night. And too I miss my son. This week has been so hectic for all of us and Nathan's sick too though not as bad as Peyton. But a blessing has come out of this, cause Nathan's with Grandpa Murry for the second night in a row and I've even posted before howmuch I'd like him and Peyton to know his grandparents. And I was especially close to my Grandfather so himbeing with his is extra special. I'm sure there's a ton of wonderful bonding going on

And I miss time with Sam we've just been running like crazy and neither have had any rest. But wow what a wonderful man that is. I've already known that but this week has brought it out even more. Such a fantastic father.

And Peyton. I just love that girl so much. And I can't wait to have her home in her own room to see her well and crawling again. Soon though, hopefully real soon. I'd written earlier about storms constantly hitting lately and this has been icing on the cake. It may seem weird but I always pray for God to let it hit me, if he's thinking of letting a trail hit our home especially inthe form of sickness then please spare our children and my husband and let it hit me. But God lets everything happen for a reason I know.

But I'm going to try to get some sleep. It's two in the morning and I'm in Peyton's room watching extenze informercials while she sleeps.
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