Thankful...

I'm chalking up Thursday to a day best forgotten.  My trip to Publix didn't go as expected, but that's no biggie to me.  When I got home I realized that my printer had officially died.  As I was debating heading out to get another printer I heard a loud bang and a deafening scream.  I got that sick to your stomach feeling and ran to find my baby boy on the floor in a puddle of blood. My daughter had accidentally slammed my son's finger in the door - and you may want to sit down for this - part of it was missing.

I've always known that I wasn't mean to be in the medical field due to my dislike of blood and pointy needles.  For this reason I praise those who can do it.  I damn near passed out - seriously.  But when your baby is hurt you somehow get over it.  I freaked out calling my hubby and pretty much everybody else on Earth. After a trip to the ER, surgery and many tears later, my little man's finger is all bandaged up.  The doctor had to put a cast on his arm to keep him from messing with it.  We were very lucky to end up with an outstanding nurse who was a life saver and didn't get annoyed at all with my crying and asking a million questions.  And although it was bad I take a little comfort in knowing that it could have been a lot worse - no bones were affected.  My hubby did have to talk me out of taking down every door in the house.  I was seriously going to do it.

Monkey got a matching cast!