Right after it happened, we applied pressure and held it lower than his heart for a few minutes and had him sit down until we could look and see what it looked like. When I say "we", I really mean Tony. He was calm and rational... I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off grabbing a wet rag, then an insurance card, then tylenol, etc.
We discerned that an ER trip was a must. Lottie was already in bed, so we threw the baby monitor at the neighbors and told them to keep an ear out. Tony drove and I sat in back with Lucas keeping pressure on the finger. He didn't cry at all once we got in the car.
There was only one person ahead of us checking in, but the waiting room was pretty full. The lady taking our info was a moron - as in I had to tell her his name/birthday/address multiple times, and I was sure this was going to be a painful (*no pun intended) ordeal. She assured us we'd be seen right away to gauge the damage. Yeah, ok...
No lie, they called us back in 3 minutes. Did vitals and then took off the rag to see the finger. We felt much better after they said they could fix him up! They took some x-rays next which were a little blurry cause his bones are so small... But they thought he cut a tiny piece of bone at the top of the finger. From there, we went back to the "real area" where we knew stitches would be next.
He went to bed late and got up a few times overnight cause the metal splint fell off. Today, he doesn't act like it's hurting him, unless it gets hit on something. I am giving him tylenol/motrin for pain today, and he gets an antibiotic every 4 hours. In a few days we take him to an orthopedic specialist as a precautionary measure to have it looked at... and stitches out in 10-14 days.
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