You all know Hallie & I have been traveling all over the world for club volleyball. This weekend was no exception, we went to the mile high city, Denver, Colorado.
The week started off tough. Hallie was practicing and the team was scrimmaging, and as always, she was playing full out. She went up to block and came down on someone's foot and rolled the crap out of her ankle ("I felt a crack and a pop, mom!" she cried, with tears rolling down her face). This is a kid that NEVER cries, and rarely gets hurt, and if she does (remembering when she took out her shin in beach, and hurt her knee last year), she works through it as quickly as she can.
I took her to the ortho doctor on Tuesday am, and after a quick x-ray, he deemed it to be a Grade 2 sprain with a few stretched tendons and put her in a glorious boot. She felt immediate relief in the boot. It did put pressure on her old torn knee on the opposite leg, but she was a trooper.
We flew out Friday night, foot in boot, and arrived around 8:00. She was tired, and got carsick on the ride from the airport to the hotel. That just started out our weekend from the planet Hell.
We were lucky on Saturday, not starting until 3:00, so we meandered over to convention center and got her ankle super taped by the trainers and she only went in to rally the troops and help them pull ahead in a crisis situation. The team did well, and she only had to play the last few points to help put them over the top. So Saturday was pretty ok. We got in super late, and ended up having to get up at 5:45 on Sunday morning. Well.......with the hour lost going to Denver, then losing the hour to DST (don't even get ME started on that crap), we were dragging our feet Sunday morning. She was determined to play all day, and played all 3 of the games. She definitely wasn't herself, more focused on landing correctly on her ankle, and unable to jump to her normal ridiculous heights, and they ended up losing every game. So disheartening. She was limping badly as we left the convention center, and I insisted on taking one of the bicycle taxis to find her some food. She melted down at the restaurant and it was all I could do to get her to the hotel. She was chilling and chattering, and almost delirious babbling. I cut her foot tape off her ankle, and bundled her into the blankets, and she slept like a rock for about 4 1/2 hours. It was so beautiful in Denver, hitting almost 70 degrees, and we were holed up in the hotel. It was ok, I went on an HGTV marathon, and I'm pretty sure I want the Property Brothers to fix me up a fixer upper.
By Monday, she was still out and so sick, I had figured out she probably had altitude sickness, and the whole weekend was a total wash. I understand from the other parents, that these girls have never, in their past history, ever lost as many games as they lost this weekend. It was very disheartening (to say the least) and for the love of pete, you just want your kids to not be so disappointed.
I guess the upside to this, is that they are learning that life isn't always like a bowl of cherries. Sometimes it's just a chair of bowlies. I LOVE volleyball, and this weekend, I was OVER it. :) I just wanted to be HOME.
The only upside to the entire trip was visiting with friends, Susan Burk and her precious daughter, Samantha and her 3 cutie patooties. (Jackson, Kendall and Laynie Belle). They played hide and seek with Hallie and watching them hide under the AREA rug from Hallie, just cracked me up.
Sam turned on their sunday school music video, and they tore up the rug showing off for me. At one point they tried out a new dance move, and mommy informed them, "Jesus doesn't like it when you twerk"........ (i'm pretty sure this family is my soul family).
Susan dropped us to the airport, and at midnight we were driving in our garage.
Phew.
Lacey & Tyler ran the kids this weekend, and I'm thinking I will never get grandkids if I continue to ask them to babysit.
On the Hallie front, she has an upper respiratory infection, and we are guessing she definitely had altitude sickness. BB has strep, so it is way fun at our house.
Why we were sitting at the doc, waiting, BB stared at Hal's ankle brace, and asked her, "What happened to your elbow?" Hallie told him she hurt it at volleyball, and he replied, "For real?"
Where does this kid get this stuff? He sang for Lacey this weekend, "Hallelujah, Holy Moly, God almighty, the great I am".
In spite of her sickness, today is Hallie's half year birthday, and everyone knows what happens when your teenager turns 15.5. Yep, drivers permit.
Even with her hurt ankle, upper respiratory infection and quasi pink eye, she went for it. She looks pretty special in her picture on the license.
Now I'm in the passenger side for the next six months, sweating and trying not to swear out loud as we swerve off the road, and pull out in front of oncoming traffic because my new driver assumed it was a four way stop.
Welcome to the roller coaster. Just jump on and have some fun.
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