What started off as a fun day in the park turned out to be a fun day at the hospital.
While playing at the park with her cousins, Sarah's finger got caught underneath a large rock being used by a one year old as a hammer.
She was such a trouper. She actually ripped her own fingernail off that was hanging by a thread. I am not exactly sure how many stitches her pointer finger received...four? five? We will be back in the hospital tomorrow for a wound check, and if I remember, I will count.
I remembered two of her dislikes while at the hospital. One was being weighed. This is normal procedure for Emergency Room visits. We have not been able to get a correct weight on her in months. The second...the papoose.
I held her displaced fingernail in my hand for an hour and a half while waiting for the doctor. Moments before he saw us, I threw it away. Bad idea. The doctor asked for the nail, like a dentist would ask for a broken off tooth. He said that he could replace the nail which would guide the new one as it grew in. Who would have known?
I felt horrible. I knew that my tossing of the nail would result in a horrifically mangled new nail. Irrationally, I worried about her trauma in having a grotesque fingernail as a pre-teen. I guess fake nails are always an option.
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Thanks for the tip on the nail thing. who knew?? I'll keep that in mind for my next visit to the doctors. he hee knock on wood.