Semana Santa 2016

We went on a trip.

We had to take a boat to deal with some visa issues. 

We got really wet. Soaked. I laughed so hard watching Michael drip with salty sea water. He looked like a dripping wet dog. The girls cuddled and fell asleep. 

Ruby fell asleep on the boat, which is pretty miraculous considering the huge waves and choppy bumps for an hour. I felt like I needed a chiropractic adjustment after that ride.

After giving us some trouble due to Customs making a mistake in the girls' passports 2 years ago at the same border crossing, it all worked out, and we headed to Honduras to meet up with some friends for a bit.

Waiting at the border, under a sign that says "Firearms."

The first night was pleasant, though I learned that Hondurans love their music really, really loud. Like, deafening. Even after midnight when we went to bed, the music was still thumping. Another reason I appreciate the noise machine app on my phone.

It was a place that was supposed to be warm, extra warm, and humid. I packed exactly zero pairs of pants for me (a pair of capris), and one pair of pants and a light sweatshirt for the girls. The rest of the suitcase was full of shorts and swimsuits and flip flops. Instead, a cold front dropped in and it rained and drizzled almost the whole time we were there.

Ruby's first time playing in the sand.

After the first day, it kind of felt like the Oregon coast, as the storm took away the sand and left behind a rocky beach. So we felt at home. And the girls didn't seem to notice the cold air. They love the beach and the ocean.

Hazel took to gathering rocks for her "collection."

Besides eating dinner in the dark one night due to no electricity (and the place having no candles on hand) and the water going out for several hours, and the lack of hot water when there was water, besides the scorpion I found in our bathroom in the middle of the night, and the mosquitos that feasted on my ankles and on the girls, and the crazy eye infection that crusted Michael's eyes shut, besides all that, we had a good trip. 

The girls played with some other kids, we relaxed and stayed dry and played a lot of cards with our friends. That was really great. It was memorable, for sure. We were disconnected from the internet, we were together as a family, the girls and Michael got to go kayaking one slightly less wet morning, and we rested.

And then...

On the way home we were happy we were going against all the holiday traffic. When we got to the border there was a super long line. I stayed behind with the girls in the truck, who quickly got fussy and were fighting over the Ipad. While Ruby was hanging out in the driver's seat, I walked around to the back door and decided the girls should get out and we'd go find Michael. Thinking Ruby was further inside, I quickly opened the front driver's side door, and in a quick blur I realized Ruby was hanging on to the door, and suddenly on the ground on her back. I don't really remember how she fell, I just know it was super fast and it totally shocked me.

I scooped her up, and it took an extra long time for her to calm down. When I finally tried to put her on the ground to walk, she flipped out. She was whimpering and fussy, but there were no bodily signs of injury.

We got back in the car and headed home. Ruby slept and was a bit fussy but nothing out of the ordinary. At one quick stop she clung to Michael, and when he tried to stand her up, her legs buckled. After 8 hours of driving, we pulled in front of our house. I put Ruby on the ground and her leg immediately buckled. We realized she hadn't wanted to put any weight on her leg since she had fallen. We unloaded our suitcases, loaded ourselves back in the truck and headed to the ER. My fear was a broken leg. 

At the ER, mostly all smiles.

Thankfully, her x-rays were clear. They gave her medicine for the pain as it was obvious she still doesn't want to put any weight on that leg.

This morning is more of the same. She's pretty clingy, and she wants to walk, but every time she does, her leg seems to give way. So we're resting and monitoring it. Maybe it's bruised or a sprained knee. Since it's a holiday weekend we will keep watching her and hope it gets better. 

Prayers that she heals quickly would be appreciated. This Mama feels so badly for letting her fall. Her spirits are high and she is still her smiley self, she just doesn't want to walk.