On Sunday Mike Jr was running on wet grass and his knee went out from under him... he thought he had "popped it out" which happens quite frequently to him, but this time was different. He couldn't pop it back in and he could not put any weight on it or stretch it all the way out. Hubby called the knee specialist that we went to during football season first thing Monday morning and they got him an appointment on Tuesday morning. (Dee's bday.) I was thinking they would throw him on crutches for a few days like last time and he would be fine. WRONG!
Mike called me from the doctors office to tell me they were going to be taking him in for surgery the next morning. He had a torn meniscus and possibly a torn ACL. They would know better when they scoped it before the surgery. My heart literally went in to the pit of my stomach. Surgery? My little boy? Under anesthesia? I have to admit I was more than a little panicked.
The rest of the day was a bit of a blur. I was on the phone a lot with hospital staff and insurance etc getting him pre-registered and getting instructions. All the paperwork and phone interviews which included stuff on living wills and DNR's and such was not helping to calm my nerves at all. I felt sick to my stomach. Thank heavens for priesthood blessings. Once Hubby and my Dad had given Mike Jr a blessing, I started to feel a little bit better.
I felt awful that this was all happening on Dee's bday, and hope that we can give her a bit of a do-over on some aspects of the day. (When I told her that, she asked me if that included a do-over on the check we gave her... no Dee, it does not!) We did get out to eat dinner and Dee got to spend some money at the mall. But the celebration will definitely have to be continued this weekend a bit.
Wednesday morning we had to be at the Eccles Outpatient Center at Murray Hospital at 10:15am. It was a long night and none of us got much sleep, however, Mike was very, very calm and in good spirits. If any of you know him, you know he and his best friend Tristan frequently make what we call "Herbert" sounds. Well, he kept doing this around all the staff and the nurses and I was so embarrassed and just hoped they weren't paying him much mind. They all absolutely loved him though and he had everyone cracking up.