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It was a stressful moment. I had to make a quick decision about whether or not he needed an x-ray.
We had just arrived home from playgroup for the twin's daytime nap when the incident occurred so they were less than ready for a trip the hospital but the Geege was doing the Oxfam Trailwalker and not available to help.
It was one o'clock and Nugget would need to be picked up from school at 3.10pm.
My last effort at the emergency department had me thinking the worst.
So many thoughts running through my head while my little mate screamed and refused my rusty first aid.
I took another look at the fingers and decided that I needed to be sure that nothing major was wrong. I know kid's bones are flexible but how can you crush your fingers like that and not cause any damage?
Off we went. Neither of the twin's had their shoes on (they have an annoying habit of taking off their shoes. Just because they can) and were tired and whingey. Doo Dah was holding his effected hand up in the air (that would prevent some swelling. Right?). We were a motley crew but we had arrived less than half an hour after the injury occurred.
We arrived. I expected to wait but we were triaged immediately and Doo Dah was given some Panadol (why hadn't I thought of that?). We were sent straight to x-ray. We waited no more than ten minutes to have the x-rays done. We wandered back over to the ED. Had a couple of games on the iPhone. Iced the fingers. Got some chips out of the vending machine for the kids. And then we saw the doctor who confirmed that all was indeed well and Doo Dah should make a full recovery in a couple of days. Phew...
A big gold star to the emergency department.
Another near miss.
We picked Nugget up from school as if nothing had happened.
Another day in the life.