Emma doesn't get sick very much - her warts have pretty much stopped, we did little toe surgery so she will no longer have in-grown toe nails, so its pretty much a head cold here and there, but nothing to keep her home from school. When Emma does decide to get sick or at least get something to keep her out of school - she likes to go big - 5th grade was a trip to the hospital in an ambulance because she kept passing out - and this year - well....
Monday morning August 11th - Emma woke up in tears - or rather when I woke up to wake her up for school I found her in tears saying she had been awake all night because her right boob hurt. I told her "sorry honey, but you still need to go to school." I chalked it up to growing pains and blew her off - you know - like any good mom would! ha ha.
After school as we were driving to dance she said, "mom, one boob is bigger than the other"
me: "ya that happens"
Emma: "why? why does one boob have to be bigger than the other?"
me: "Because life would be way to easy if they grew the same. Everyone's boobs get a little uneven - no biggie - no one ever even notices."
Emma: "that's dumb - but it still hurts!"
me: "ya that is pretty lame. Sorry it hurts, you just have to suck it up and get over it - it will stop eventually."
That pretty much ended it from there. Tuesday morning she woke up and I asked her how she was and she told me it still hurt, but she got some sleep. Tuesday night after she got dropped off from dance she wanted to tell me a story, but I told her she had to hurry and get ready for mutual because she was already late and that she could just change in my room and tell me her story while she got ready. So she brought her clothes in and started to tell me her story and I took a little sneak peek at her while she was telling her story and I happen to catch a glimpse of her boob - Holy swollen and red boob batman! I asked her to come over right then and I touched it - it was very warm to the touch - now I knew it wasn't growing pains she had been having. I asked her how long it had been like that she said it started Sunday night. So I told her that was weird and sent her off to mutual. Then I went back home and called Jared who was at his own mutual and I told him it was not right and something was wrong. After discussing this is Jared and Stephanie and then calling her on-call pediatrician - we decided she needed to go to urgent care right away and the doctor suggested Phoenix Children's Urgent care since they specialized in children.
So we grabbed Emma from mutual and I took her over there - I was still in workout clothes because I had just finished running before Jared left for mutual and I was only planning on us being at urgent care for a bit, getting our antibiotics and then going home -maybe 2 hours later - tops!
We get to urgent care, the nice doctor came in and asked Emma to show her and Emma was quite embarrassed and then the doctor assured her there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that she had her own boobs too - so we were in good company. As soon as she looked at it she knew something was wrong and told us we needed to go to the ER right then.She wasn't sure what it was but because of the location and the fact that Emma hasn't been through puberty yet - there was no reason she should look like that.
So we got in the car and headed off to Phoenix Children's Hospital. We called Jared on the way and he got my mom to come over to the house to watch the boys because we didn't know how long it was going to be and then while my mom was on her way - Cara Germaine - came over and sat with the boys who were now in bed.
Jared met us at PCH and brought me clean clothes and a few things and then hung out with us for a very long time. The ER doctor looked at her and wasn't sure what was causing it either and didn't like the location so he admitted us for the night. We decided the best option was for Jared to go home and relieve my mom so he could handle the school thing in the morning.

Waiting to for the ER doctor to make a decision...

You know you have been there for a while when you aren't even in your room yet and you have now seen, "Monsters University" "Lion King" and we are on our 3rd Disney movie "Little Mermaid"

We finally got our room at 2am - and not just any room - no we were in an isolation room - because they didn't know what bacterial infection Emma had and they didn't want to spread it to anyone and they didn't want her to get anything else. You know you are going to be there a while when they put your name on the door next to the gowns and gloves everyone is going to be using...
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We didn't sleep much that night - everyone kept coming in and checking on Emma.

The next day Emma met with a doctor, who then decided she needed to see a doctor in charge - he came in with 8 students, then we met with a surgeon, then he sent in the surgeon in charge. They all decided that they wanted to wait a day and see what happened on the high does of antibiotics they were sending through her IV - they were really hoping that would do the trick and if not - then they would have to do surgery and go in and remove it - but they wanted to avoid that because they didn't want to mess with her milk ducts, leave an ugly scar on her boob and then it was getting into the chest cavity area, lungs, etc. She was in great spirits the whole time - I was bored. She was really uncomfortable for the first 2 days having to show everyone her boob - when the 9 doctors were in the room at the same time - the one doctor asked 7 of them to leave - leaving just me, Emma and 3 doctors in there to make her more comfortable. Let's just say by the last day, Emma didn't care who wanted to see - she was over the awkwardness of it and flashed who ever asked!
Waiting for her ultrasound
We had to entertain ourselves some how - they had a sweet teen game room there, but she wasn't allowed out of her room, so we watched movie, after movie, after movie, made fun of everyone who had to gown up and glove up to come in our room - even the poor food servers couldn't even come in - she ordered food all day long after she was cleared for no surgery and then we took some hospital bed selfies.
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Denise brought the boys a great home made dinner and then after they ate dinner that night they came up and visited us. The boys made Emma some of the sweetest cards ever. Emma was even lucky to have her dad bring her homework - thanks dad!
"I hope you you feel better. Come home safe. We love you. I like you dancing and you never give up on your dreams. Love, Eli"

"I hope you feel better and come home soon! Love Tyler"

"Love Tyson double heart to you Emma"
"I hoap you kum home to tomarrow. Love Tyson."

The next day all the doctors came in one by one again and they decided she would not need surgery after all. The medicine was working. They released us and we got to go home. She had to see her pediatrician the next day so he could feel and look at her boob so that a week later he could look again and make sure all was better and if not, then surgery it would be. She was on meds at home round the clock every 8 hours exactly.
In the end, it was a great time - $4,000 and she is better. We sure do love this girl and are grateful it ended up being nothing seriously bad - but next time she gets sick we are hoping a trip to the doctor will do the trick and no more hospital visits!! Sheesh.