What instrument can skeletons NOT play?

So, this week has been kind of a whirl wind, and I know that I need to write it all down so that I will be able to remember it.
All month long I have been having some stomach pain, it wasn't nearly as bad at the beginning of the month and then it slowly started getting worse and worse. By Thursday of last week, the pain had localised into my right lower abdomen, and then it started wrapping around my back. By Saturday I was afraid that I had a kidney infection. On Sunday I was in lots of pain, we went to church and by the time Relief Society had come around the pain was starting to escalate. My visiting teacher came over and sat next to me and held onto Duncan for the whole lesson, which I was very grateful for, because I was feeling pretty bad. About ten minutes before church was over, I took the baby and left. Jon had been teaching that day and he had gotten done early, I carried the baby to him and handing him over and told him that we needed to go. I got to the car and just started crying because of how much pain was emanating from my side.
Jon got me home and put me in bed with another Motrin, and I slept until 5 pm. When I woke up, I had the dull aching, but it was nothing compared to how it was earlier. We went down to Salt Lake to go to my cousins viewing and on the way home I was starting to feel sick again. By 10 pm, I was in a lot of pain- so much so that we called my mom and had her come to sit with the children and Jon took me to the ER. I went in and they started doing a bunch of tests, they did two ultrasounds and then the pain started getting worse and so they gave me some Morphine. Then they took me in for a CT scan and determined that I had gall stones, but the doctor said that where I was describing the pain wasn't a normal cause for gall bladder problems. So the ER sent me home basically telling me it was in my head.
The next morning I woke up and I had the worst headache and I felt horrible. I had a doctor appointment with my OB later that day, so I was just waiting until I could go there. My mother came over and cleaned the kitchen and then she took me to the doctor. My OB asked how I was doing so I told him about the pain and whatnot and he took note that I felt a bit warm, so the nurse came in with the thermometer. I registered a 101.4 fever and so he did another ultrasound and had my blood drawn, while they were waiting for the test results of the blood they had me wait. I was texting my mum who was out in the parking lot with my children, my husband who was at school, and my brother giving them updates on what was going on. Dr. Johnson told me that they were waiting for the white blood count to see if it was elevated and if so then they would send me to the surgeon to talk about getting my appendix out. My brother was texting me quotes from Spies Like Us from the scene where they are doing the appendectomy. My WBC came back normal but my doctor felt uneasy about it, so he sent me to the surgeon anyway. This entire time I was getting more and more nervous and just wishing that Jon were there with me.
My dad had been called and came to the clinic and so we went over to the general surgeons office together and then I went back to visit with the surgeon. After the surgeon came in there was a knock at the door and he opened it and it was my sweet husband. I almost started crying! I was so happy to see Jon! The surgeon had me get on the table and felt my stomach and did some things that hurt and then he said that he felt it was my gall bladder and that it would be best to get it taken out. So we planned for the next day for me to go in and have surgery. I was instructed not to eat after midnight and that they would either call me or for me to call in the morning to see when they wanted me to come in. I had a bowl of cereal that night and then Jon and I went to sleep, at 6:30 Duncan woke up and nursed and then at 8:30 my mother woke us up so I could call the hospital. No sooner had I come up the stairs my phone started ringing and it was the hospital asking if I could go in right then! I told them I would be there in fifteen minutes. Mum rushed and got my dad who was half shaven and he and Jon gave me a blessing before Jon and I left.
We got to the hospital and signed in and they rushed me back to get me prepped for surgery, the nurse asked a bunch of questions and then had me get dressed into the gown. They then put in my IV in my wrist- a new place for me! And they put these massaging things on my calves so that it would push the blood back up to my heart, let me tell you, those were wonderful! It was a fantastic leg massage! Then Jon and I were just waiting for a little bit and the anesthesiologist came and talked to me about what would happen when they took me back. Soon a nurse came and it was time to take me back into surgery. I remember saying goodbye to Jon and telling him I loved him and then the next thing I remember was becoming coherent and two nurses were talking, one of them said that they could go get the husband so I told them ok, she then said that I got to stay there and someone else would do it so I told her ok again. Jon came in and held my hand and then I proceeded to become more aware of what was going on. He told me that the surgeon had taken out my gall bladder and that it looked pretty diseased, he then said that he went and looked at my appendix and said that it looked inflamed, so he took it out so that I didn't have to come back in a month after it had burst. I could hear burping from all around me and I was so confused as to what type of surgery they all got to cause burping. It did not occur to me that that was them vomiting coming out of the anesthesia until Jon told me that I took anesthesia like a champ and thanked me for not throwing up. I don't know how long I was in and out of it for, but I went in around nine in the morning and didn't get home til 5:30. When it was time to go home the nurse asked Jon if he could help me get dressed which he could, so she left and then I took off the apron so that I could put on my clothes and I heard Jon say, "ew". I looked down and saw that I had truly been worked on, I have five incisions: three right down the center of my belly and two on my right side. I finished getting dressed with help and then was helped to a wheelchair. Jon went ahead of us to bring the car around and the nurse wheeled me out. Jon helped me into the car and then we drove to my mothers house. It is amazing just how many bumps are in the road when they are trying to be avoided.
We got home and I was helped inside and just as I sat down Duncan saw me and he just lunged for me. You see, Duncan was quite hungry because he absolutely refused a bottle while I was undergoing surgery. My mother tried to get him to eat and he would just scream and kick his little legs and she just could not get him to eat. So when I got home he knew just who I was and that I was the one to have the food. Thankfully, the anesthesiologist said that as long as I was able to hold the baby I was able to nurse him. So I fed my baby and then I went and slept.
It's been four days since having surgery and things are going well! I can walk unassisted now and am getting better every day. It used to be that I could walk from the couch to the bed, from the bed to the bathroom, but I had to get a break. Now I can walk all over the house, although I still haven't tried-nor am I going to- the stairs. I feel really good and I feel like I am recovering.

There is so many things to be grateful for within this week! The first being my family: when we went to the ER, my wonderful mother came and sat at my house while we went. I'm also grateful for Jon's dad and stepmom, they took Liam for three days so that my mom could focus on Duncan and me. I am grateful for Dr. Johnson for going the extra mile in my care and double checking everything and I'm grateful for the Surgeon for being able to squeeze me in and get me taken care of. And I'm so grateful for the wonderful nurses who took care of me while I was in the hospital. 

So to the question what instruments can skeletons NOT play? The answer is organs.... which I am down two from now- my gall bladder and appendix.

Jon got me to smile

To Denver and Back!

Well, my niece was getting baptised the first weekend of August. So we had all made plans to drive to Denver so that we could be in attendance. At the time of planning, Duncan was three months old and in the height of his colicky stage. He cried at anything and everything. All day. Every day. It was very hard to handle and made me grateful that I hadn't had him first when my PPD was raging on. One of the places that he had a special hatred of was the car. He could cry for hours! There was one day that I was driving home from my mums. Well, I had to stop by Walmart on the way home and then I found out that Jon had left his phone at my parents so I had to go back there and then drive all the way home. Duncan cried to walmart, he cried in walmart, he cried back to my mothers, then he cried all the way back to our home. And not just cute little baby cries. These were screaming, he was getting sweaty and red from crying so hard! I would complain to my mother pretty much every day, because it was so hard to handle such an angry baby. Driving to Denver is a 9 hour drive. And with two kiddo's it would be even longer! So 10 or 11 hours in the car with a screaming infant and a whiny two year old. Jon and I were so excited!
Mother decided to get us airplane tickets so that we could just fly and not have to worry about driving. So that added on a whole new stress. Let me tell you, flying with two kiddos is difficult stuff! I wrote up a checklist of everything that we would need for the flight and then for our short two day affair. Then Friday came and Jon went to school to take his test early, and the second he got home we rushed to the airport. It was so not busy! Apparently 1:35 pm is a really good time for travel. We were one of maybe 8 people in line for security. It was great! Well, we made it to the machine that you have to walk through, and for some reason they wanted Liam to go through first. I told her that she had to hold on to his hand because he's a runner. Well, she didn't believe me and as soon as he was through she let go. Liam saw this golden opportunity and was gearing up to run away and had actually made it a couple steps until she grabbed on to him. Then I walked through and held his hand again. Then they swabbed my hands and then we were good to go.We got to the terminal and I got our seats changed around so that we were sitting together and then finally it was time to board. I had Duncan in the MOBY and so we took Liam onto the plane and got his carseat all set up and then strapped him in. We gave him his iPod with Curious George episodes that we had purchased off of iTunes and then poured his juice into his sippy cup. Then, once everyone was seated and the door was shut it was time for take off. I got Duncan out a little bit and started to nurse him and we gave Liam is juice and told him to look out the window, we took off and Liam was thoroughly unimpressed. He even shut the window. We got to Denver and were gouged out of a lot of money from the car rental, even though I had already paid for the car- or so I thought- and we drove out to Colorado Springs to meet up with Carlos and family and my brother Paul and his wife, Andrea who had driven from Denver to see the family. We had a fun time chatting and Elise had made a wonderful dinner for everyone.
Saturday was the baptism. It was very sweet. My niece Jacquie gave a talk on baptism and then my mother gave the talk on The Holy Ghost. My niece Christie was baptised by her older brother Nate who just turned 16. It was very sweet to see such a wonderful ordinance be performed by my nephew. After she had been baptised, Liam threw a fit because he wanted to get in. I just told him that he had six more years! My brother, Carlos, confirmed Christie a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and my sweet husband got to be a part of the circle. It always makes me so happy that I married a worthy Priesthood Holder.
Later that night, we met up with our dear friend Matt who is in his graduate program at the University of Denver. It was great to see him again and we took him and Rachel who happened to be visiting Matt that same weekend out to dinner for his birthday the next day. Matt is Jon's best friend, and I cannot express how grateful I am for his role in Jon's life. They are as different as night and day, but they complement each other so well. They can debate and argue and fight about topics but then they are still the best of friends. I am grateful for the friendship that we have with him and Rachel.
Sunday morning we had to leave the hotel at 3 am to get to the airport so that we could get on our 6:30 am flight home! It was crazy, Liam slept on the plane ride home and then refused to sleep when we got home. Jon had driven all in Denver so I knew he was tired, and so at 10, I got in my church clothes and got Liam ready and then he and I went to church. He finally napped for the last ten minutes of Sacrament, and then I took him into Nursery and he played happily, but was also very willing to come with me when I picked him up. We went home and that's when I took a nap and Jon took over the boys. When I awoke from my nap, I went downstairs and Liam was curled up with Jon asleep. He's so stinkin cute when he's asleep. Finally, at about 7 I picked him up and took him upstairs to put him in his bed, he rolled over and slept until morning. He did so well on our trip and I'm very proud of him.

Then on the 6th, it was time for Duncan's four month check up! I took him in and he got weighed and measured! He now weighs 14.8 pounds and is 25.7 inches long. He's a big boy! He got his shots and did very well with them! He only cried for a minute and then he was smiling again. I am so grateful that he is getting out of his colicky stage. He used to be so hard to handle because he would just cry and cry. But now he doesn't cry that often and when he does it's because he's either hungry or over tired.

I love my boys to death! They are so cute and I love being their mommy!