I like getting current posts on here as well as catching up. I'm feeling pretty good about the blogging right now. Dare I say that I could get caught up this year? I won't say it though. I've counted my chickens too many times before they have hatched. But I can still be grotesquely optimistic.
I didn't have big plans for Thanksgiving this year. I actually wanted to do it early...on Tuesday, but school and work schedules got in the way. Not a problem. There wasn't too much going on, or so I thought...
Pie day was excellent and something I want to try again in the future. But Wednesday night Daisy was in a lot of pain. It seemed to be in her abdomen somewhere. We weren't sure if it was gas, cramps, or a stomachache. (After all, pie all day may not be the best for everyone.) I mentioned appendicitis, but how can you know? She started to shake in the evening which was a sure sign something was not right.
An uncomfortable night with some vomiting led to a miserable morning. It was Thanksgiving, but it was also clear that Daisy needed to go see a doctor. We called the phone nurse and after a 'hop' test, they said it was probably appendicitis and she needed to head in.
The day went pretty much as planned except that Tyler and Daisy spent most of the day at the hospital and we prepared food at home while receiving updates. Daisy got bloodwork done and got an ultrasound. Yep, it was the appendix.
Meanwhile back on the farm, Robyn and Pearl were in charge of the turkey. They took their job very seriously.
The turkey hadn't been thawing quite long enough so the neck was frozen inside. Robyn didn't let that slow her down.
They chopped and seasoned and worked hard and the end result looked pretty spectacular.
At the hospital, Daisy was getting ready for surgery. Because it was a holiday, it wasn't crowded and they were able to get her in right away. They just needed to wait for the surgeon to arrive from Salt Lake. So they made Daisy comfortable while she waited.
We played some games at home, watched a little of the Grinch and kept cooking. Ivory made potatoes, June made sweet potato rolls, I made stuffing, gravy, and cranberry sauce. (Okay, I opened a can of cranberry sauce.) About the time we were sabering bottles, Daisy was coming out of surgery.
Everything went very well. It was a routine surgery with no complications. Daisy had three little incision sights one of which is her belly button. Her button looked a little bloody and sad and she called it the Belly Button of death. Her job was to wake up and drink, eat, and walk around on her own. Check, check, check.
Robyn and Pearl's turkey turned out amazing! It looked like a stock photo. She, Robyn, carved the roast beast. All the goods were accounted for (minus Dad and Daisy) and we dug in.
It wasn't too much later and our surgery girl came home. She wasn't too hungry (after ice cream and slushies at the hospital) so she sat and snacked on rolls while reading Madeline. (Yep, we pulled that book out since it was appropriate for the day.)
The rest of the evening was cleaning up and enjoying time ALL TOGETHER as a family. Nova was very attentive during the clean up process. She didn't want to miss anything.
We ended the evening with some Thanksgiving gifts. I got the girls some body wash and Christmas masks. Tis the season. Although it was not the Thanksgiving Day we expected, it was full of blessings and we are happy to all be healthy at the end of the day.
Daisy was so brave and amazing. Many thanks to Tyler who stayed by her side for the whole thing so that I could be at home. We are all a team.
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