I started this post almost 2 weeks ago and never finished it. I don’t really feel like going through and editing every thing so just pretend you are reading in the past! His finger accident happened Saturday, October 5th around lunch time.
Saturday night, almost exactly 5 years to the day, I sent Emory into surgery.
It was the same ER. The same pre-op area. The same recovery area. The same pediatric waiting area. The same pediatric floor.
The differences…this time he was 5 and VERY aware of what was happening. Dean was with us and totally stressing out in Dean’s way. The surgery was for a different part of his body, this time his finger instead of his stomach.
And this time, we left the hospital with a GIANT green cast instead of a sleepy baby with cotton taped to three tiny puncture holes.
So here is the basic story…
Saturday, just after I gave the boys lunch I heard Emory scream. I was in the kitchen so I walked into the living room where he was standing to investigate. I saw the blood first. I ran back to the kitchen to grab a rag and ran back to him. I grabbed his hand and wrapped it up, hoping to clear away some of the blood to see the situation. When I moved the rag I wasn’t sure what I was seeing right away but I knew it was bad. I ran to get dressed and told Dean to find shoes and get to the car. I called Nathan and shouted to him that I was taking Emory to the ER and which one we were going to. He asked why and I told him…
Emory had ripped off the tip of his finger.
I hung up with him and called my mom to meet us at the ER. I ran back to the living room to my screaming child and forced him to let me look at it again. I wanted to make sure that I had really seen what I thought I had and to make sure I wasn’t over reacting.
I wasn’t. The end of his finger was missing and I was pretty confident there was exposed bone.
To every person we sped past on George Bush Turnpike…I am sorry. My child was missing part of his finger and screaming from the back seat and I was in no mood to drive behind you. Emory was screaming we would go to jail because I was doing like 90 down the highway. I was more worried about his finger and him going into shock.
My parents and Nathan beat us to the ER (guess they were going a bit faster than the speed limit as well). We were the only people in the ER and still they were slower than Christmas. They took x-rays to make sure the bone was intact and then told us we would be transferred to one of the Children’s hospitals in Dallas. They were going to send us to Children’s but I requested the Children’s Hospital at Medical City. Fortunately we were accepted there. Medical City is where he has his surgery when he was a month old.
Emory and I were taken by ambulance to the next ER. We waited for HOURS in the Children’s ER. We had to wait for the on-call orthopedic to get there. We knew there would be surgery we just didn’t know the extent of the surgery.
Finally, by 7pm we were in pre-op. Just like when he was one month old we rode together on the stretcher to the pre-op area. This time I wasn’t sobbing my eyes out (I had done my crying at the first ER). When he was one month old I had to hand over my tiny baby to the nurses and watch them take him away. This time they rolled him away. It was still hard and horrible. And just like last time I wondered how parents with chronically ill children who require many procedures do it.
The plan for surgery was to clean up the finger and for the doctor to really see the situation. After that he would put on a HUGE cast that completely covered his hand and went up over his elbow. It turned out looking like a gigantic club. The point of the cast was to protect the finger from further damage and bacteria. The doctor said we would let the finger heal from the inside out. Since Emory is so young the finger should basically regrow with little problem. He was worried about the nail, but once in surgery found that he had not ripped off his whole nail. He did cut the nail at the nail bed it can grow in properly. We won’t know anything for sure on his nail or finger for 3-6 months and there could still be issues with the nail growth…but the doctor is optimistic. There was bone exposed which they shaved a bit off to promote regrowth.
Surgery seemed to take forever….especially since I had to focus on Dean and keep my self as calm as possible for him. At one point I had called Carole and Dean had wandered into a quite hallway with me. We heard a voice come over the speaker system calling for some kind of CODE and Dean burst into tears. I have seldom seen Dean so scared when he asked me if it was for Emory and if he was okay. That is when I knew Dean was more worried than he could express.
When Emory was finally out of surgery they came to get us. The nurse could hardly get him to wake up…of course it was 9:30pm and he would normally be asleep at that point anyway.
Nathan and I both spent the night at the hospital while Dean spent the night with my parents.
Okay….so now back to present day….
Emory gets his cast off tomorrow (Friday, October 18). I have no idea what to expect. He hasn’t complained at all about the cast, which has really surprised me. I am a bit nervous about him getting the cast off tomorrow. He is terrified of being cut with scissors. Tomorrow they are going to use a saw…which is like really loud MOVING scissors. I expect it will be traumatic….maybe almost as bad a ripping the actual finger off.
I will be happy when the cast is gone though and we can start to put this behind us. It has taken us these last two weeks to really recover from it all. SO MUCH STRESS! I think the thing that weirded me out the most is when once nurse said to me…”Well….he did partially amputate his finger.” HOLY HELL! Amputate? I think that word was the worst part…even worse than knowing bone was protruding OUT of his body.
I did tell Emory as we were riding the stretcher to pre-op that we were NOT coming back to the hospital for another surgery in 5 years time.
So there is our story.
After I posted this several people asked me what exactly he did to injure his finger. That was the whole purpose of this post and I didn’t even put it in….
We aren’t 100% sure what happened because I didn’t see it happen. What we think happened is that he got his finger wrapped in the cord to the window blinds then jumped to the sofa which pulled the tip off his finger. He told us he got it stuck and pulled on it but we don’t think that would provide the force needed to rip a finger. He always gets in trouble for pulling on the cord because I am afraid he will pull the blinds out of the window. I have never seen him wrap the cord around his finger or anything else for that matter…he always just pulls. Since the accident he has hardly touched that cord so maybe, just maybe he has finally learned a lesson!