Why "Just one more time," is almost always never worth it.

So if any of you in out there have Anywhere Chairs form Pottery Barn you all know the fun that is zipped up inside. The chairs are made of pillow inserts that are totally fun to play with, build forts with, huck at each other during Wrestlemania, or in this case, set up as a high jump.

Yes, we let (or used to let) our kids jump on the furniture...our furniture. It's fun and they are only little enough for so long before it is just unacceptable to do so. Last Friday was no different. Jack was out of the tub and I was letting him do a few more jumps off the couch over the made high jump into some pillows. He did his jumps asked for just one more, and of course I was like LAST ONE then off to bed. He jumped, left foot landed on the floor not the pillows, he rolled, and started crying about his leg.

I feel I need to preface this with a bit of a back story. Jack is kind of a scaredy cat. He is a tad bit of an over-thinker and very conservative. Something I that I need to start letting go of. You see, I push him to do things because I feel like he never will with out a nudge. Or a swift kick in the ass. So I let him jump off couches or beds, let go of him in the pool (he has a tube on), and encourage him to run farther, jump higher, dance crazier. I know crazier isn't a word, just let it go guys. I know I will still push him to try new things, but this has taught us that he is who he is and THAT IS OKAY.

So let's make a long story short. Chris headed to the ER. I put Millie down and anxiously waited. Chris called at 10:30 saying it was broken and they had to transport him to Primary Children's. I rode with Jack in the ambulance. Checked in at Primary's, told he would get cast at 6:15 a.m. Got into a room we could actually sleep in around 3:30, fell asleep a little after four, woken up every 15-30 minutes. Up for good at 7:15. Found out an hour later that there was an emergency that came in. Five emergency operations came into the hospital (Memorial Day weekend) and then Jack finally went in around 4:00. Hardest thing ever to watch your kid go into an operating room. Jack was done about 35 minutes later. Not to bad at all, I can't imagine waiting during a long procedure that lasts hours. Just a cast, thankfully no surgery. And more good news, hopefully only a cast for four weeks instead of six. I tried not to chest bump the doc when he told us that. It took a good hour for him to come out of anesthesia. We discharged around 7:30.

Walking out of that hospital made us thankful, humble, and very appreciative. Our child is healthy, safe, and most importantly, home tonight. So many others are in far worse circumstances than ours. We send loads of prayers their way.

We are on day three now and I will post again soon about how this adventure has been. Whew, I tell ya, it has pulled us in every direction.