When Landon was one he fell off our bed and busted open the bottom of his chin. Being new parents we rushed him to the ER for three stitches. I cried more than Landon. The nurse laughed and said "Oh honey, he's okay and he's a boy...I'm sure you'll be back to see us again." And she was right. Times four. Last week was ER trip #4 for our boys. The trip for Landon's anaphylactic reaction to a cashew was definitely the scariest, but this one ranks right up there.
Landon slammed his thumb in Matt's truck door.
And cut off part of his thumb.
And his mommy freaked out. Big time.
I'm not sure if God was trying to toughen me up when he gave me two boys. It's not working. Momma can't handle severed fingers. I've told Matt to never, ever again greet me with the words "Landon's thumb is in this bag." immediately followed by "You need to calm down." Seriously? Almost any other way to break the news to me would have been better.
Landon is healing pretty well. He ended up cutting off most of his nail to the tip of his finger. They said it should "fill in" eventually. He told me he was happy it was his left thumb and not his "tough thumb."
Several people have asked me how Reid handled it. He screamed and screamed the entire way to the ER. Was he scared? Sad for Landon? Upset Mommy was crying? Nope....his beloved blankie had been dropped in the mud and was dirty. He was just plain pissed. Now it's funny, at the time it was not.
It makes me happy.