"You see all I really need, are some ears to hear me dream."
-The Biggest Man in Los Angeles

This week has been rolling by super fast.  I was pretty worried that spring training would seem so long this year since I wouldn't be with Elliot, but the kids and friends are actually keeping me pretty busy, which is a great thing.  

A fun fact that many don't know about Elliot is that we usually share the same birthday week.  His birthday is on March 9 and mine is March 11.  When we adopted our dog, Baxter, we were told that his birthday was sometime in March, so we decided March 10 would be the perfect day for his birthday, as well.  

My week started out with phone calls on Monday to Elliot to wish him happy birthday, including some singing from Blake for his daddy.

On Tuesday, I met some of my neighbor friends at a charter school lottery which none of us were even remotely close to getting into.  We decided we should go to dinner that night with our kids.  6 kids, 3 adults, Mellow Mushroom.  It was a mess, but it was fun.  At least we went to a pizza place and we were in the outdoor dining where our kids could scream without bothering surrounding tables too much.  It's nice to have women in the neighborhood that have husbands that travel, too.  I was worried I would be all alone here and all my friends would always be enjoying dinners with their husbands and families every night, but it's been the opposite.  I haven't been alone at all, and if it takes a village to raise a kid, my village has been extremely supportive so far this season.  

Wednesday I took my daughters to Rise to get donuts with me.  I decided at the beginning of the day that I was going to eat basically whatever I wanted all day, because if you can't do that on your birthday, when can you?  So donuts for breakfast, a ton of chips and salsa with lunch, and I topped it all off with Olive Garden for dinner including breadsticks and alfredo sauce.  Yes, friends that worked with me at the OG in college, I still eat the alfredo sauce even though I know it's terrible for me and full of (delicious) fat.  

My sister Ashley and my friend Maddie came to dinner with me and then we went to see Andy Grammer at Lincoln Theater in downtown Raleigh.  

It was a pretty good show.  I saw his ring flash when he was singing, and I found myself wondering about his wife and what her lifestyle must be like.  I feel like this is a weird side effect of being married to someone in the public eye.  

I have these thoughts run through my head pretty regularly when I think of wives of athletes, musicians, celebrities, and anyone else in the public eye.  
I wonder what his wife is like.
I wonder if she travels with him.  That must be hard since he goes to a new town almost every night.
I wonder if they have kids.
I wonder if she is like me.
Does she cry for his triumphs and setbacks?
Is she SO proud that he's singing in front of this big crowd like I am when Elliot walks out in front of a packed house?

Do you ever think of what the families are like of people you see in the public eye?   Or do you feel like they seem separate from normal life?  

The Baseball Wife

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You Play I Pray Tank Top
Headbands of Hope Glitter Band
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AlwaysMe Designs Bracelet Set 
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The Baseball Wife

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Last Saturday as the twins were napping, Blake was hanging out in my room while I was putting some things away.  He was sitting on a chair I have near my bed and I looked up and saw him climbing to the top of it.  Before I could finish the sentence "Blake please get down from there," he was flying through the air in an attempt to jump from the back of the wingback chair to my bed. 

He didn't make it.  

Instead, he flipped through the air, landed on his arm, and grabbed it, wincing in pain.

I helped him up to the bed, his arm wasn't really swollen or bruised at this point, but I gave him some medicine and had him lay down for a while to keep an eye on it.  

I called our sitter and asked her to come over early so that I could take him to the doctor to get him checked out.  By the time she got there, he woke up from his little nap and was still in a lot of pain.  He insisted that he didn't want to go to the doctor, but I decided it was best to take him to the ER.  

I took Blake to Duke Children's hospital because I thought the ER was also for children only.  It isn't, for future reference, but they do have a pediatric area of the ER.  And it's kind of slow, to be honest.  He was looked at immediately, but since the x-rays took a while, I think the original orthopedic surgeon that looked at him decided to cut out early that day.  While we got to the ER at 2:30 pm, and we got x-rays at about 4, we didn't see another orthopedic surgeon until after 7 (hmmmm after the shift change?)

Blake had a fracture just above his elbow.  It's the most common fracture in kids 5-7 years old (apparently this is the age where they learn that can't fly).

The rest was fairly traumatizing for Blake and me.  He had to get a cast, but thankfully, no surgery.  They didn't give him pain meds while we were there or any sedation before giving him a cast which was basically awful.  I had to hold my sweet baby while they wrapped him up in his cast and tears rolled down his face.  All he got out of the deal was a popsicle.  

We didn't get to leave the hospital until 10.  It was a very long day, and while I don't expect ER visits to be short, I certainly don't expect them to take that long, either.

The next day, he was in good spirits and has barely complained about his arm hurting since the ordeal.  We were told that he will be getting the cast off in 3 weeks, and he'll hopefully be all healed and ready to play sports in about 2 months.  

I knew a broken bone would happen eventually, and I was pretty sure it would happen when Elliot wasn't here to help me.  Luckily for Blake, I've had my fair share of ER visits, including 2 trips in one week when I was 6.  One visit, I earned 10 stitches in my head for jumping off my bed into a bean bag.  I jumped a little too far and hit a desk.  The next visit was just a few days later, where I fell off a deck and broke my arm.  I had to be taken into surgery so it could be reset.

So, I guess he gets his clumsiness from me.  Hopefully we don't have to endure this ever again.  

The Baseball Wife