Come on, seriously, a big MAN spoon? That's hilarious!!

Our blonde twig dislocated his shoulder three times in the last year.

The first time was on the basketball court at the park.

He turned and took off running to get a ball,

not knowing that his Scout Leader's 9 yr-old daughter was rollerblading right behind him.

He realized, as they were both going down,

that he was about to flatten her like a pancake and needed to grab her

and roll to the side to help cushion the impact.

They survived the impact, though I'm sure she's traumatized, 
and his shoulder was dislocated.

He put it back in place and the soreness subsided so we never checked it out.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of the story as his shoulder dislocated two more times.
After it dislocated the third time, this one during a racquetball match,

we thought we'd better get it looked at before he heads off on a mission to Timbuktu

and has more problems.

The MRI showed a torn labrum.

You could see the little shredded flap just floating around in the image.

Surgery day came and he had the nicest prep nurse!

She had him smiling and laughing while she was putting in his IV.

He was still smiling when surgery was finished.

Smiling, and asking his pappy to fix his hair now that he couldn't use his right arm. :)

The Dr. tucked the flap back in place with 4 anchors

and Hunter would be sporting a sling for the next 4 weeks.

The first week was a little rough.

The Percocet made him sick to his stomach and the nausea meds didn't help. :(

One night during that first week,

he was sleeping well so I didn't wake him to give him pain meds.

OOPS!!!

He woke up with his bad arm in pain

but unbeknownst to us,

his sling had been cutting off the blood flow in his good arm all night.

It hurt an incredible amount more than the surgery arm.

It was the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life.

Both arms were spasming and posturing 

and he was sure he was dying from a blood clot!

He's a pretty chill, relaxed kid normally.

This was NOT normally.

We got pain meds in him,

I was massaging the cramping muscles in his good arm,

the Mr. was encouraging him to breathe to get the muscle spasms to subside,

our girlie was trying to feed him some food so the pain med wouldn't upset his stomach.

It was the ultimate tag team operation, right?

We'll never forget Hunter's replies,

"Call Sister Olsen!!!"   (our sweet nurse friend)

"No, I don't want a little BOY spoon, I want a big MAN spoon!!"

"Dad, don't tell me about oxygen!!"

It was totally rude of us, we know and we're sorry, but it was so funny

to hear Hunter completely and totally out of character.

We could not help ourselves, we had to chomp on our tongues to keep from laughing!

Come on, seriously, a big MAN spoon? That's hilarious!!

You don't want us for your nurses. Total fail!

In reality it only took about an hour for the pain meds to help

but it sure felt like eternity at the time.

We're glad that first week is over.

We're also glad for all of you!

Thanks, everyone, for your treats, visits, messages, and smiles. :)

You helped so much <3