Fun in the Snow

A few weeks ago we took the kids up to Brianhead to go tubing. They have wanted to go tubing and play in the snow all winter and we figured driving to Brianhead would be a lot easier than finding tubes and snow to do it ourselves. We had such a fun day and I loved that we didn't have to drag the kids and their tubes up a bunch of big hills.

The kids absolutely loved tubing down the hill. Ashten was a little nervous at first. She would only go on the kids lane, but after a few runs she was ready to try the faster, more advanced lanes. Treyson didn't care how fast he went, he said he kept his eyes shut the whole time anyways. And Traxton spent the whole time wedged in his tube. I don't think he quite understood why we kept pushing him down a big hill, but he didn't care either way. He actually fell asleep in his tube a got a good little nap.

The kids keep saying that next time they want to go skiing so they can ride the lift. It didn't really work when we told them that they were too little to ski since we saw practically toddlers skiing like pros all around us. I don't think we are ready to attempt skiing. Maybe we can hold them off with just tubing for a few more years. I'm crossing my fingers.

Home at Last

Traxton was finally released from the hospital yesterday. He hadn't had a fever since Friday and nothing had grown out on the cultures, so we were kicked out. As we left the hospital, I realized that Traxton and I hadn't been outside for six days. We caught a flight and were home in less than an hour. Traxton couldn't decide what he thought about our ride home. He was really excited until take off, then he turned very serious and wouldn't talk at all. Once we landed, he became happy again. He had a weeks worth of energy saved up and pretty much let it go at the airport. People were staring, but I didn't care. I knew how much he needed to run around.
It was so good to be home and see our family. They picked us up with balloons and flowers at the airport. It was a sweet reunion.

Traxton's head is still swollen, but they told me it probably would be for a while. He is not suppose to wear his processor on that side because of the swelling, which makes me a little sad. He has to take antibiotics twice a day for three weeks to clear up all the infection. Other than the large bump on the side of his head, he is completely fine. It has been so fun to watch the kids play with him. Treyson and Traxton have been pretty much inseparable. I can tell that they really have missed each other.

Hospital update # 5

I know I have said this before, but we are hoping to get released tomorrow. Traxton hasn't had a fever since Friday and his lab values all look really good. The only thing that hasn't come back is the cultures they took yesterday from the fluid on his head. The infection control doctors have been involved with his case and are saying if nothing grows on the culture, we can go home with oral antibiotics. If something grows out, they will place a picc line for him to continue the IV doses. We should know more in the morning.

Today was another rough day for me. For some reason I couldn't stop crying. Traxton and I went to sacrament meeting here at the hospital, and I think everyone was wondering what was wrong with me. I think being here for a week has really started to wear on me and having Jared leave was a lot harder than I thought it would be. He always holds me together. Every time I start to struggle and ask why we have to deal with one thing or another, he simply says, "because we can". He always helps put things into perspective.

Traxton is getting irritable with being here too. He has turned into a little diva. He won't do anything by himself and quite likes being waited on. I can't wait to fix that one when we get home. He has gotten a lot better with the nurses. He doesn't cry when they take his vitals anymore, but he still doesn't like when the IV is started. The only thing that makes it easier for him is the warm packs. We spend most of our time walking the halls and playing in the playrooms. Even that is getting a little old for both of us. I really hope this is our last night. I love my little man, but I am getting quite sick of being kicked in the back all night. We have to go visit these fish about 5 times a day. He loves them.