The poor guy, he must’ve closed the door on his own foot and lopped off the first knuckle on his fourth toe on his left foot. They couldn’t re-attach it so they had to nip the bone and wrap the skin around the little stub that was left. OUCH.
I heard him crying (more like wimpering) in the bathroom and before I got there his little sister came running out and told me he cut his toe and was bleeding.
I thought he had just skinned it on the bathroom door (which has enough clearance to allow a door to close on a toe without too much damage). He’s sitting on the little stool in the bathroom with a kleenex wrapped around his foot. I get in there and sit down next to him to take a look, pull the kleenex off the foot and SHIT, he’s missing part of his toe!! That image will be burned into my head for ever, just a total shocker if you’ve ever seen something like that, especially on one of your own children. Man that scared the crap out of me and I instantly felt the adrenaline rush and by BP go up about 40 points.
First thing I did was yell for the wife to get in there and carry him to the car while I look for the toe. Find the toe by the garage/outside door and throw it into a glass of ice (thanks ER). You will never ever know what it’s like to pick up a part of one of your own children, and I hope you never will.
We race to the hospital emergency room about 5 miles away, I stop in front of the ER doors and run over to the passenger side of the car and grab the boy from my wife’s arms, grab the glass, and run into the waiting area…
There is no-one at the desk
Actually, the receptionist saw me standing there (she was in the back) holding my child but apparently making a photo copy of someone elses insurance card and looking for some paper work is more important than a parent holding a crying child.
I yell out, “What do I do about a child with a severed toe??!!”, asking like this is a do-it-yourself ER. Thank god the response was swift, - within ten seconds I was sitting in a wheelchair with a triage nurse pushing us towards the exam rooms.
That first part when no-one was at the desk was the only bad experience there. Everyone else that treated my son was outstanding, from the nurse that kept him, me, our other two children and my wife entertained (kept our mind off his wound) to the pediatrist that closed him up. All very excellent people, beyond reproach. Thank God!
The three year old didn’t really understand what was going on (that someone could loose part of a toe) and the six year old seemed very genuinely concerned for her brother (and wanted to keep looking at his foot). I was pretty cool during the whole thing, especially after they explained to us how they would treat him and that he would be ok. The wife was pretty shook up, though she did finally calm down when they were treating him. She does not handle this sort of thing well.
It was kind of a bummer that they couldn’t re-attach his toe. The pediatrist said it would be too difficult and since it was a toe that isn’t really needed for support it wouldn’t be worth the pain and possible infection to re-attach, plus that would require a specialist and numerous hours in the OR with no guarantee. It was a pretty clean cut for a door. Shit.
I couldn’t really sleep last night. We got home around midnight and he started to feel the pain about then, so we gave him the Tylenol with Codiene, that seemed to work. He’s sleeping right now. Man, he was sooo good in the ER too, he just held his foot and then did everything they asked him to do. The IV, the tetanus shot, the needles in the foot, everything. He only wimpered once. He’s a great kid with a big heart. He’ll just have one smaller toe the rest of his life, but his heart makes up for that. He’ll be fine. Just stay the hell away from that garage door!!
BTW, our cat had four kittens as this was going on. I’ll start a kitten thread a little later, as time permits. Today I’m going to stay home from work and make sure he’s OK.
Here he is resting. And two kitty pics too.