Well it is official. My nine year old has joined the ranks of her mother, father, and sister- we all have broken a bone in our life time. Not a great accomplishment to speak of- just a sort of physical toughness that our bodies have endured. On Tuesday I pulled into my driveway to find my youngest daughter sobbing her eyes out. My poor mother tried to console her, but Hannah was much too hysterical. They quickly disappeared into the house before I could even bat an eye.
I walked into the kitchen to find my third grader bleeding profusely from the thumb. Her hand was being held under running cold water, finger nail hanging off, and she WAS desperate for a doctor. In fact she was PLEADING for a doctor. I want all of you to know that my Hannah NEVER wants a doctor. Boy, I knew this was serious.
I was really not liking the look of this injury. In fact I was getting a bit queasy, and I wasn't even the one in pain. I really wanted a professional to assess it immediately. I am glad that I am not a nurse- the world would be in trouble if I were a nurse. I would make a horrible nurse. However, I did get her hand wrapped up with paper towel, quickly grabbed an ice pack, and headed out of my driveway- lickety-split.
Through Hannah's hysterical-pain-engulfed sobs- I learned that when she got out of her Grandmother's car after school- she shut the car door on her own fingers. The thumb was hit the hardest. It shocked her system. In her secure world, she was used to falling and getting right up again. No sweat. But this one threw her for a loop.
I decided to drive her to the pediatrician's office- which is about 15 minutes away. On the way, I spoke to the nurse informing her of my decision. To my chagrin, she really tried to downplay the injury. "Just hold it under cold water and put ice on it". In the mean time, Hannah is yelling from the back seat- help me, help me.. Hyperventaling... wanting her inhaler. The nurse was not getting it. I was trying to tell this woman that she really needs to be seen- she disagrees with me. " It's good that it is bleeding." I knew I needed to end this conversation fast so- I then curtly asked for the appointment desk.
THEN... The scheduling lady gets on the phone and says........ THE NURSE HAS INDICATED THAT YOU WOULD LIKE AN APPOINTMENT TOMMOROW MORNING..... Hello, are you people listening?????????? Hannah needs to be seen now. I just lost it. I know it is Lent, and I should thinking and acting like a Christian at all times- but boy there is nothing worse then professional incompentence when you are trying to get help for an injured child- especially your ownl.
After hanging up on a place where I have taken my kids faithfully for 16 years..... I drove to the ER.
Three hours later, we walked to the parking lot very tired. Hannah came out of this experience- one tough little cookie. I will spare you the horrid details. Like the supersize needle that was used to numb the pain in her thumb, or how my daughter's thumb nail was sitting in a dish waiting to be sewn back on, or about the stitches that were sewn on her nail bed........ I will save you from all of this.
I will say that it will be a bit of a bump in the road for us for awhile. We will need to keep the wound clean from infection, the fracture in her thumb protected, and she will needed extra help dressing etc. Not a major interuption in daily life- just some mere sacrificing. Our Christian duty.
After school today, Hannah had an ice cream cone. I don't think that one ever tasted so good as today. She really savored it. I think that she deserved to have a cone today, don't you?
This Lent, Hannah will truly have something to offer Christ. She can offer up her pain. She can offer it up for the needs of family, friends, sick loved ones, and it will feel real to her. She will understand better how Jesus suffered for us on the cross- through her own suffering. She will feel this in her heart and soul. Hannah will be trying hard to carry her cross- how about you?