Tuesdays are our wildest days of the week. We have schoolwork to do in the morning, of course, the boys have reading class, Caris has ballet and soccer practice, and Malachi and Graham have soccer practice. And somewhere in there, we must find time for a quiet time of some sort, lest we all fall apart.
Since a few of us were sick over the weekend, my friend Naomi offered to take Caris (who is well) to the fair with her family today. I said yes, but then later changed my mind because it just started feeling way too hectic today, and I started to wonder if it was a good idea to send Caris to the fair anyway, with the rest of us having a cold. What if she had it and just wasn't showing symptoms yet? Anyway - boy, I wish I'd sent her to the fair!!
At about 10:30 I was sitting at the table, getting ready to play Amazing Grace on YouTube so we could all sing along. Suddenly Caris screamed. I looked up and to my horror, her finger was stuck between the blades of my sharp orange scissors, which Canaan had apparently closed on her finger. Upon seeing this, I screamed as well, which I guess was good because Canaan dropped the scissors and ran.
I grabbed a dish towel and wrapped her finger quickly so as not to have to see the cut - er, I mean - so that the bleeding would stop. I sat on the couch and held her finger up while holding it tightly and kissing her very much. She was crying but calming down. I finally took a look at the cut and it was about an inch long and bleeding a lot, obviously somewhat deep. I called Alif and he was all the way across town so I had Malachi help get Caris some shoes and put pressure on her finger while I got Canaan ready to go.
Canaan's cries led me to his room, where he lay on his bed, shaking and crying. Poor baby, the whole accident was pretty traumatic for him too. I got his shoes on and we sped off for the urgent care. Which was not open yet. Grrr. Of course I'd left in such a hurry that I didn't have my cell phone, so we just headed to the closest emergency room, which happened to be really nice and not at all crowded.
The ER doctor was really fantastic. He cracked jokes with all the kids - including Caris, who was totally giggly by this time. He said she looks like a little Daryl Hannah . . . not sure I see the resemblance . . .
but anyway, by this time it had finally stopped bleeding and he said that he could just glue it together with Dermabond. HOORAY!! No stitches!! So several coats of Dermabond and one finger splint later, we will miss ballet and soccer this week but sissy's going to be juuust fine.