A Trip to the ER...of course

Yesterday Emersyn shut the front door across the top of her big toe.  Needless to say that the metal on the bottom of the door won and she is without the top few layers of skin on her toe until it heals.  I am far from the "take her to the ER" kind of mom, but when I saw the flap of skin hanging down next to her toenail, I knew it was bigger than my scope of I-can-handle-this mothering.

So I looked at Jim, handed her back to him and said, "take her to the ER," and off they went.

As he and I texted back and forth about what was happening to my little skinless wonder, her treatment plan changed from getting her skin glued back on, to stitches.  Needless to say, I'm glad I was left home to pack due to not showering, nor being dressed for the day and....Jim can handle the glue and stitches today thank you!

After about two and a half hours Jim called to report that they were on their way home, he was starving and that Emersyn is going to live to see another day.  As he carried her in the house Mary Lou Retton style, I saw the giant white gauze bandage wrapped ever so obnoxiously around the entire top of her little foot. As I saw the "I-am-missing-at-least-10-toes" wrap, I envisioned me carrying Hopalong Cassidy around the house for the next week.  Kill me now.....

Jim informed me that after further review of Emersyn's skin and toe debacle, the doctor reported back that there wasn't enough "holding the skin on for the skin to survive," thus they scrubbed it and ripped the dangling skin off....fainting now....ahhhhhh 

Jim said that they put this numbing stuff on her foot and she didn't feel a thing...which made me wonder in a very angry sort of way...why the heck don't they give that to pregnant women when they are getting that tree trunk of an IV put in their arm/hand when they go to the hospital to deliver a baby???  Or how about they lather ya up with that crap when you are getting an epidural?  Or how about slather a little of that on the vajayjay when delivering the baby??  There are so many things I want the everything-is-numb-juice for!  Why are they keeping this miracle juice from us?  What gives?

So now we are in sick bay here at our house.  Emersyn is "walking funny" and has somehow managed to become littler than she usually is.  She is sporting one of her dad's white t-shirt as a nightgown this morning which makes her look pathetic and small and much more hurt than she is.  

Now I am just gearing up to change the "dressing" on her toe...errr..I mean FOOT!  I think I will wait till Brock wakes up from his morning nap, I'm thinking that it isn't going to be the quietest venture of my day, I mean come on.... this toe took a trip to the ER, and requires limping, she's not going to let me just change the gauze, this is gonna be a production!