Broken Jake

Poor Jakey, just can't win for losing. Most of you already know about his bad knees. He also has had shin splints that turned out to be shin fractures in both legs, back problems, migraines, and he is lactose intolerant. He has learned to live with daily pain and now he has a hurt ankle. So far we know it is a sprain but we also think it is something worse. He has an appointment with a foot specialist tomorrow to find out more.

It's been hard for him to go to the gym since we have been married because of time and because of his knee's always hurting. He found church ball was a great way to get a little work out in every week. Sure, it caused his shin fractures and his knees still hurt but it was fun for him. He usually goes for 2 hours, from 9-11 on Tues and Thurs. Tuesday before last he came home early. I jokingly said, "you're home early, did you hurt something?" I wasn't expecting him to say yes but he replied, "oh, yeah. It hurts." He limped into the living room in pain and I noticed his ankle was about twice the size it should have been. The instacare by our house closed at nine and the one in Orem closed at 10. There was no way we were going to make it and Jake is against the Emergency Room because of the cost. We loaded up in the truck and Jake got on the phone with his mom (a nurse) to find out what best to do. Luckily she and I both work for an amazing doctor who was willing to call in an x-ray for him. We wanted to find out if it was broken or not and then go from there.

Radiology got us right in and the x-ray came back that there were no breaks or fractures. The doctor said it was just a very bad sprain and to wrap it until he could be seen in the morning. He and I had a very hard time sleeping due to his pain and my worry. When we went to the doctor Jake was in a lot of pain and every time the doctor touched his foot Jake would almost scream out in pain. He gave him a removable cast thing and told him we would recheck in a week.

He borrowed some crutches from a friend and spent the week in a lot of pain and discomfort. The swelling came and went and the bruising got worse and worse. He just went for the recheck appointment and was still in a lot of pain. The doctor had him take a step and Jake about fell to the floor in pain, saying the bottom of his foot went numb. The doctor tried a new brace and suggested he see a foot specialist because it didn't seem to be hurting where he thought it would according to where the swelling was. And the fact that he couldn't put weight on it at all wasn't a good sign.
He has an appointment set up for Friday and honestly we are both kind of hoping it is broken so that he can have surgery and get it fixed. Also, if they put him in a hard cast he won't be able to drive at all because it is his right foot. That would make me more comfortable and he thinks it might be good motivation for the higher-ups to move him back to the Orem store. Fingers crossed.

This morning I think was the worse of this whole ordeal. He got up to use the bathroom and I was still in bed. I heard a crash and a couple almost swear words so I jumped out of bed to make sure he was ok. His crutch slipped out from under him on the rug and he was on the floor, hands and knees, sobbing in pain. It is hard to see someone you love, especially a grown man, hurting so much it brings him to tears. And what's worse was there was nothing I could do for him. I'm glad he was still able to move himself because it got me thinking that if something had happened I would have no way to move or help him at all. He was on the floor for a good 5 min before moving to the edge of the tub, waiting for the pain to subside. Eventually he was able to get up again and about two hours later got ready and went to work. I really didn't want him to but he is a work aholic and takes his manager responsibility very seriously.

I guess all we have to do now is wait and see what the doctor says tomorrow and go from there. Prayers would be great at this time!

Jaysen Chase Cohoon

IT'S A BOY!!

          Seems like everyone we know either thought it was a girl or wanted a girl even though they thought it was a boy. We didn't care either way. A girl would be fun but we already have all the boy stuff we need.
         Needless to say we were not surprised. The joke is that Cohoon's only have boys. Out of 11 grandchildren there are 3 girls so that seems about right. The Cohoon name lives on!
         And speaking of names I thought I would tell the story of Jaysen's name. As some of you know I like to have the name all picked out before we find out the gender. I was the same way with Kyler only we had our boy and girl name picked out before I even got pregnant. Kyler's middle name wasn't set until about the week before but we knew he was Kyler. This time was a little different. Of course we still had our girl name from last time but we were so undecided on a boy name. It seemed like everything I suggested to Jake he would say no to, and he had almost no suggestions. I know he wasn't worried about it because we have plenty of time but I like to be prepared.
         One night I couldn't sleep and I just started thinking about names. We already had the idea of using Jaysen/Jayson as a middle name but couldn't come up with a first name. In my half awake-ness I decided I really did like Jaysen as a first name and liked it spelled with -en instead of -on. I already knew I wanted the Y just to mix things up a bit. I had seen it spelled that way a few times and liked how it looked. Some people say I have this thing with the letter Y. I don't know why but I probably do. Maybe because there is a Y in my name?
         Anyway, the next day I told Jake that I really liked the name Jaysen and I wanted Chase to be the middle name. He agreed! I was thrilled. That was about a week before my ultrasound and even though we had been going back and forth on names I knew that was it when he said he liked it.
         Jaysen is after Jake's oldest brother, Jason, who passed away when he was about 3 years old. We thought it would be a nice way to honor not only him but Jake's parents as well. They are some of the most wonderful people I know and I know that must have been one of the hardest things any parent could have gone through.
         Chase is a Kimball family name. Beginning with Heber Chase Kimball and being passed down through the generations. My brother, William, has the middle name Chase. My dad's middle name starts with C but I guess my grandma just didn't want Chase for some reason. My grandfather's middle name is Chase and so is his father's middle name. There is one more generation it skipped with David Patton Kimball, but then his father is Heber Chase Kimball. I've always really liked the name and knew that someday I would give it to one of my son's for a middle name. And that's how it happened. Jaysen Chase Cohoon.
          At our ultrasound he was being very shy. We were scared we wouldn't be able to tell the gender but luckily he moved in time. He is definitely a boy, no question there. Everything looks good and he is measuring right where he needs to be. The ultrasound tech said he looked to be about 12 oz right now. Right on track - and yet he is still so tiny! He kept covering his face with his hands so we never got a good look but it was so cute to see him being so shy. Then he turned and his face was to my back so we really couldn't see anything. It makes me wonder what his personality will really be like. I remember when we did Kyler's ultrasound, they weren't able to get all the measurements they needed because he was too wiggly. Kicking all over the place and squirming around. I'm anxious to see if Jaysen is like Kyler at all or if they will be complete opposites.
          I'm half way through this pregnancy and I know the rest of the time will seem the longest. Now that I know it is a boy and we have his name I am so anxious to meet him. June seems like such a long ways a way but I know it will be here before I know it.

 

Can't wait to kiss those little toes!!