In Saturday morning. The 2AM sort of morning and little, adorable Nate decides it's time to wake up and take himself for a little wander in the dark. He didn't get far because he decided it wise to get his tiny little left ring finger WEDGED HORRIFICALLY in his door, hinge side!
Chris was first out of bed, of this I am glad, he had to deal with dislodging said finger from said door while Nate tried to tear it out himself, he also had to see it first, and to be the person the blood sprayed onto like something from a horror movie. Despite my adamantine laced stomach I doubt I'd have been able to deal with that. I'd have fumbled and fussed and panicked loudly while trying to work out the logistics of freeing him without causing further damage. Chris just got him out and got him sorted - not without panic but without whatever it would have been that would have made me doing it disastrous.
It was bad, and he was bleeding a lot. Fortunately the ambulance support arrived swiftly and minutes later the ambulance and Nate started to calm down. Relief for us all as that choking, sobbing, uncontrollable cry that only happens in real, severe instances of pain and has never been heard from our boy before was heartbreakingly unbearable.
Riding in the ambulance
In A&E
Anyway, we went to hospital. Nate got some Calpol and anti-biotics and the doctor paid us a visit. He slotted Nates crushed, cut in half, gory mess of a finger back together, taped it up and gave him a bandage so beastly it resembled a boxing glove. We were to return home and go back to the Sick Kids hospital for 9.30 am so we could have his hand X-rayed and see the plastic surgeon to see how best to fix his poor finger properly. Of course by the time we got home it was near 6am. Chris and Nate got a little sleep. I was still on an adrenaline rush so managed a ten minute snooze. Up at 7.30 and off to hospital.
Before going back to Sick Kids
Nate was in fine spirits and adjusted to his new, useless and oversized hand and was a very good boy in hospital. Asking to go home only a few times and being cranky once or twice due to tiredness was as bad as he got, so not bad at all! He was polite and adorable to all the nurses (who were great with him), and the sour pussed old witches on reception. Saying thank you at all the right moments and causing no fuss when something needed checked or medicine dispensed. Hooray! Nate was going to need surgery with general anaesthetic so we were in for a long day. He rode Lightning McQueen to the anaesthetist and didn't even flinch when they put things into his good hand to put him under.
Nate took a well deserved nap right after surgery
Having toast
With Daddy reading Spider-Man
Everything was a success. And he finally got to eat and drink when he woke up. He was also presented with a certificate for being in theatre and being brave. He certainly was a brave boy throughout the entire ordeal, as well as polite, well behaved and adorable. I couldn't be more proud of how he handled the long, tough day. He got pizza and cake and presents from all over. Luckyyyyy!
Mint aero chocolate uber-cake
Location:Edinburgh,United Kingdom
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