It's almost hard to believe, this little story about our Wednesday evening. I was picking Elijah up from football practice at Jeff High School. I had brought the dog with me because it was just a quick trip. So we were leaving football practice and loading up into our van--Carter, Elijah and Mary in first. I was holding Emily in my arms as I got the others put in and then I pulled the door shut. Except that Emily's little hand was in the way of the door. I looked down and noticed that her fingers were closed in the door, so I immediately opened it. She still had not reacted, so I thought for a moment that maybe I hadn't actually gotten her. But by the time we got around to the other side of the van and I started to put her in her car seat, she was wailing and there was a lot of blood running down her hand. So now Mary is wailing too because it was a little frightening to see your baby sister with blood all over her and screaming. I also noticed that her fingers were not looking like quite the right angle so I made the quick decision to head to the ER. While en route I called Laura, my sister-in-law, who was at my house doing her taxes when I left. She met me at the hospital and drove the kids and dog back to my house and then to church where Brian was attending a service (we were supposed to be meeting him there after football) while I took Emily into the ER. Emmaroo very shortly thereafter got a local anesthetic because she was obviously in some pain. After a grueling two hours of x-rays, and holding a 25 lb. inconsolable toddler, we were ready to go home. She had two broken fingers and a bit of her hand. She also got several stitches (don't ask me how many, I couldn't watch!!) She was content by the time we left because she got some juice. She couldn't have anything the whole time we were there because there was a chance she was going to need anesthetic. She went to the hand surgeon on Thursday who told me that she is going to heal just fine without any major steps. She'll wear this splint for a week and then we go back to have it replaced for another week. Then I guess her little bones will be healed.
It's almost hard to believe, this little story about our Wednesday evening. I was picking Elijah up from football practice at Jeff High School. I had brought the dog with me because it was just a quick trip. So we were leaving football practice and loading up into our van--Carter, Elijah and Mary in first. I was holding Emily in my arms as I got the others put in and then I pulled the door shut. Except that Emily's little hand was in the way of the door. I looked down and noticed that her fingers were closed in the door, so I immediately opened it. She still had not reacted, so I thought for a moment that maybe I hadn't actually gotten her. But by the time we got around to the other side of the van and I started to put her in her car seat, she was wailing and there was a lot of blood running down her hand. So now Mary is wailing too because it was a little frightening to see your baby sister with blood all over her and screaming. I also noticed that her fingers were not looking like quite the right angle so I made the quick decision to head to the ER. While en route I called Laura, my sister-in-law, who was at my house doing her taxes when I left. She met me at the hospital and drove the kids and dog back to my house and then to church where Brian was attending a service (we were supposed to be meeting him there after football) while I took Emily into the ER. Emmaroo very shortly thereafter got a local anesthetic because she was obviously in some pain. After a grueling two hours of x-rays, and holding a 25 lb. inconsolable toddler, we were ready to go home. She had two broken fingers and a bit of her hand. She also got several stitches (don't ask me how many, I couldn't watch!!) She was content by the time we left because she got some juice. She couldn't have anything the whole time we were there because there was a chance she was going to need anesthetic. She went to the hand surgeon on Thursday who told me that she is going to heal just fine without any major steps. She'll wear this splint for a week and then we go back to have it replaced for another week. Then I guess her little bones will be healed.
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I think every mom has a story like this. Like last January, when I was convinced Caroline just had a cold, but Bob made me take her to the doctor; the doctor immediately sent us to the hospital because she had pneumonia. Oops! If I'd had my way, I would have just expected her to buck up and be tough.
You did the right thing in taking her to the ER, obviously, and I'm glad it looks like her healing process should be fairly quick. She's a tough one!
Congratulations on the award! Was there a trophy and a ceremony at the hospital? Just kidding! Don't worry about it. This is something you will look back and laugh at (once her hand heals) :)
i heard (from joshua) she was using her little cast to pat/hit the dog... sounds like she's doing just fine:)
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