I have realized that I don't post very often :) And lately I seem to run out of time so here is an update on what happened on Hank's tenth day of school.
It was a great Thursday morning, which meant he spent the night with Papa and I got some good sleep. He went to the State fair and entered his sunflowers and then Papa dropped him off at school. Not
forty five minutes later I get a phone call from the office of his school, "Hank smashed his finger in the door, I really think you need to come take him to the ER". So in my mind I am thinking OK the office is overreacting, I mean kids smash their fingers all the time right. WRONG! When I got there to pick him up he instantly started crying again. He had his finger wrapped in a
paper towel which he was bleeding through and an Ice pack on it. I was told that he smashed it in the hinged side of his classroom door. The scream could be heard throughout the whole school. So obviously we were going to the doctor. After getting Hank in the car I called his doctor to see if maybe they had an appointment, I figured without insurance that would be the best option. The had an appointment at 11:30 and I didn't want to wait that long. Hank heard me say that and he insisted that we could wait, he could even go back to his class until it was time. So we went to a clinic. After they rushed us in to bandage his finger we were put back in the waiting room. Hank instantly found a young boy playing a handheld game and sat right next to him and watched him. Once we were taken back they took an x-ray of his finger. The bone was broken. It is called a tuft fracture. Which means he broke the tip of his finger off. The way the bone broke off it pulled his fingernail out at the bottom of the nail bed. Which in turn exposed all the structure that is that the bottom of your fingernail.
Believe me this is not a pretty site! After about an hour, this doctor came in and jabbed around with a pair of tweezers. Hank was freaking out which I couldn't blame him because it had to hurt like crazy. Another Doctor came in and just abruptly said "we will have to remove his fingernail and then stitch it up" Hank lost it at this point, and I was upset. How could you just walk into a room and tell a little kid, we are taking part of your body off!!! So she then said well if you really want to go up to Primary
children's they could sedate him, but they will do the same thing so it is just a waste. That made my mind up we were going! So they loosely wrapped up his finger, and the nice nurse also worked at Primary
children's so she told him he would be able to get a
Popsicle when he was done. On the way I called my Dad and asked him to come up there with me, I didn't know how much more blood and holding a 40lb kid while he was screaming I could handle. Hank was set up in the ER with all the machines on, monitoring heart rate, oxygen levels and blood pressure. Grandpa showed him how to make the numbers go higher and lower on the machine so he kept himself busy. Hank also learned what all the valves in the wall do, just ask he will tell you the green one is for oxygen. After a couple of hours they finally had enough people that could be in the room at the same time so they could sedate Hank and get his finger taken care of.
This is a long post so I am going to break it here and finish the story after I get Hank to bed :)