Poor Miles.
He's been asking to go bowling for several weeks now, so we thought what better way to celebrate turning three than to take him to the bowling alley for a little fun? About the 8th frame, he was carrying the ball up to the lane when he tripped and fell. Long story short, his thumb took the brunt of his body and the bowling ball. We quickly assessed the damage and after grabbing napkins and a bag of ice, we headed straight for the car and off to the ER.
What a trooper my little guy was. I can only imagine the pain he was in. He fell asleep in my lap while we were waiting in the waiting room, and then woke up when it was time to get X-Rays. The X-Rays showed that he had an open fracture - the first part of his thumb had been smashed to bits from the fall. There was nothing they could do to put it together again, but he did need to get stitches on the pad of his thumb.
He sat on Jeff's lap while they did the stitching up. He was so brave - just yelling and crying "ow ow ow ow ow!!!" (can you blame him?!?), but never flailing or kicking or resisting. The doctor was happy he did not have to get out the "papoose" board to restrain him and frankly, so was I.
Monday morning we headed to the hand doctor to have it looked at by a specialist. He confirmed that the break was extensive, and unfortunately, there is no way of knowing at this point if it will heal properly. The key right now is to immobilize it, and so after cleaning the stitches up and wrapping that up with antiseptic gauze, he fashioned a removable fiberglass splint for him. We'll go back next week for X-rays and then assess what the next steps will be.
I'm praying for healing. Tonight when we were changing the dressing I couldn't help but squint at the sight of his little mangled thumb. It's swollen, oozing, and appears to be quite disfigured at the moment. But God can heal his thumb, this I know for sure.
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