Pinky's Pinkie

So in the chaos of having 11 people in the house, something is bound to happen. We thought that was the case when we got home after having a tour-ific day in downtown Atlanta. While we were gone one of the cats got into the boys room where my mom and all her stuff were bunking. Somehow her medication box got knocked down and stuff was everywhere. Fearing that the kitten or one of the cats ate something, I was upstairs with mom counting and sorting out the mess.

Meanwhile, everyone else scattered throughout the house. Part of the group had just been to the pool, another had made a quick grocery run. Roy and his girls were in the kitchen making a Norwegian apple dessert for all of us. Apparently Ryan asked if she could help out-peeling the apples. Not a problem since the kids are always in the kitchen with Rob, and myself on rare occasion. Mom and I heard a terrible cry from Ryan, one of those-I am really hurt kind of cries. No worries since Rob and my dad were both downstairs-they could sort out which brother "wronged" her, kiss it and make it better.

When she kept crying I asked Kevin to find out what was going on since my head was under the boys dresser finding scattered vitamins. I hear him say, "mom you'd better come down here". I yell down to Rob, "what happened?" and he yells back up that "Ryan was missing the top of her finger!" Immediately, I jump up and start running down the stairs to assess the situation. My first thought was that we had left some groceries in the car and Ryan went to fetch them and shut her finger in the car door (I babysat for a girl who had done that and it wasn't pretty). On my way I yell down to Rob, "what happened??!!" but since my voice was shot from screaming all day at six flags, it came out like a crazed lunatic (which is SO not me in these situations). I get to the bathroom where my dad has Ryan at the sink. She is crying and the finger looks bad...better then I thought (I envisioned from the knuckle up) but still bad. I figured he had everything under control so I went to the garbage to find the rest of her finger. I wasn't sure if they could reattach it or not, but I figured it was better to take it with us. The piece was only about the size of a pea, but on a 6 year old, that's pretty significant.

We went to Urgent Care and then on to Scottish Rite. The doctors and nurses we SO great to us and Ryan & we were on our way home by midnight. They had x-rayed, numbed and cleaned the pinkie-the shot was the worst part. The bleeding didn't stop for another 10 hours or so. I'm blogging this about 2 weeks later and the finger is looking really good. We took the splint off last week and the nail should hopefully cover the scars. The shape may or may not return to normal. The entire way to the hospital and while waiting she was a trooper, smiling and laughing, talking with Rob and I...what a tough kid! At this point it's just another story for the books...