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Well, it happened finally....our first trip to the Emergency Room. Poor little Jakeb got his pinky finger smashed in the basement door. It was actually cut down to the bone. Eric yelled for me to get the kids in the van, and off we went. (That's why I told you in the previous post to note what the boys were wearing.) Two boys didn't have shirts on. (I did, however, grab two shirts out of the clean laundry hamper before I left.) And Jakeb actually had a pair of rain boots on. Bless his little heart. I'm so happy that we only live about 10 minutes away from the nearest hospital. I dropped Eric and Jakeb off at the door, parked the car, and waddled into the emergency room with the remaining kids (who, by the way, were angels this whole time.)
They wrapped his finger up, and then they eventually took him back. We were there quite some time.
In fact, I ended up taking the other boys home. My mom met me at my house so she could watch them, and get them settled down into bed. I grabbed some toys and Jakeb's "tickle blanket", and then I went back to the hospital. (You will all be shocked that I left my camera at home for the first trip to the hospital, but don't worry...I grabbed this time around, and got some cute pictures of him there. I did not take a pictures of his finger unwrapped because well....that's not a sight that I would like to remember, and I'm pretty sure that none of you would enjoy it either.)
After they numbed it (which might have been the worse part to watch becuase of the shot they had to give Jakeb), they started stitching it up. Poor little Jakeb fell asleep. He was so exhausted. He had been there close to 3 1/2 hours at this point, maybe even longer. Only problem was, once he woke up he was completely disoriented and started screaming to go home and go to bed. That got us out of there about 10 times faster because it caused those nurses to finish up the paperwork and let us go. So we finally pull into our driveway at about 1:00 in the morning.
So tomorrow, we're supposed to call the hand doctor and get in an appointment asap to see what they think. Hopefully everything heals fine. They were slightly concerned about his fingernail not growing back, but I figure, he's a boy....he'll probably think that's pretty cool not to have a fingernail. He was such a little trooper!