We had such a busy weekend! It started off Thursday night with something I hoped would never happen...taking Ian to the ER. Earlier that day, he and I had gone shopping at Michael's to get a couple of picture frames for his baby pictures and one for the canvas painting Aunt Lissie gave us. I had a hard time finding a frame to go with Aunt Lissie's picture, but finally settled on one.
We brought the frames home after nursing Ian, I immediately set about putting the pictures in them. Ian was happily playing on his jungle gym mat as long as he could see me. If I walked out of sight, he started to fuss. So I grabbed Aunt Lissie's art work and the frame for it, sat down about four feet away from Ian (I didn't want him touching anything!), and set about getting the art in the frame. For a $60 frame (granted it was half off), the glass was pretty flimsy. The edges were sharp, so I was trying to hold them carefully while I cleaned the fuzz off the glass.
I guess I didn't have a good grip and the glass fell onto the carpet. It wasn't a hard fall by any means, but unfortunately, Ian had turned on his side and stuck his hand out towards me. This put him out far enough for the glass to land on the middle of his open hand on his fingers. At first, he just looked surprised. I had been holding my breath, waiting for his shrill "I'm hurt" cry. When I didn't hear that right away, I let out a sigh of relief. He started fussing a bit, so I picked him, thinking he was just startled.
As I picked him up, I saw his finger was bleeding. Of course, that made me feel horrible, especially when I saw it wasn't just a drop or two of blood. We ran into the kitchen, where I grabbed a clean kitchen towel to wrap around it. I was pretty shaken because the blood was soaking through the towel. I was thinking we might have to go to the ER, so I called my mom (James wasn't off work yet). All I said was the glass cut Ian's finger and he was bleeding. I think my mom could hear how shaken I was because she just said, "I'll be right there" and hung up.
Ian was spitting up while I had been holding him trying to keep pressure on his finger while talking to my mom, so it was a little crazy trying to get us both cleaned up and dressed. We managed though. When my mom arrived, she looked at it (we were on our second towel at this point) and thought it would be okay. She said it didn't look broken. The finger being broken hadn't even occured to me, but the idea scared me! So, I decided we needed to go to the ER.
Off we went. By the time we got there, the bleeding had stopped and I'm sure they were thinking no big deal. However, at that point, he had been bleeding for 25 minutes. One of the nurses did tell me that I had done the right thing by bringing him in. There wasn't a long wait at all and we got to see the doctor within a reasonable amount of time (for an ER anyways). He cleaned the cut and put some surgical glue on it. James met us there and we were on our way home before too long.
Ian is doing fine and dandy. I'm sure he won't remember it, but I know I always will! (Pictures to come soon.)
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