Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Horrific Door Slamming Incident of 2010

I vividly remember being at my maternal grandmother's house and feeling giddy with excitement because my father was going to take my little sister and I to the town pool.  Grandma Katie owned a light blue Volkswagon beetle that looked like this:

And because it was the early 80's, my sister and I (who were probably ages 8 and 6 at the time) were fighting over who got to sit in the front seat. (Definitely without a carseat.  Probably even without a frigging seatbelt.)  I beat her to the punch (older sisters RULE!) and in her anger, she slammed the car door.  On my foot.  My poor little pinky toe was smushed!  Needless to say, we didn't make it to the town pool that day. 

But ever since then, I have had a fear of slamming doors.  My children are pretty much not allowed to even SHUT their bedroom doors, lest a stray finger or toe get in the way.  Car doors petrify me too.

Hell, doors in general cause me angst.  When I was home from college over the holidays in the early 90's, I awoke in the middle of the night and was thirsty.  I headed downstairs to grab a drink of water, neglecting to don my (coke bottle) glasses.  In my parents' house, there is a door that separates the front entryway/stair landing from the living room.  This door was ALWAYS open.  Except, on this particular night?  IT WAS NOT FULLY OPENED.  IT WAS MERELY AJAR.

And I walked straight into the corner of the door.  The crash awoke everyone else in the house.  Somehow I had managed to hit my forehead and eye.  I had a black eye for 2 weeks after that.  It looked super sweet in all our Christmas pictures that year, lemme tell ya.


Obvs not me, but yes, that's what I looked like.  And then it was ohsofun to explain that I WALKED INTO A DOOR.

So anyway, today our family was invited to a birthday party.  We hadn't even been there for 15 minutes when all of a sudden there was a BLOOD CURDLING scream.  I could tell immediately by the sound that it was one of MY boyz.  Hubby sprung into action while I did the opposite.  I froze.

Hubby bounded up the stairs to a gaggle of little boys on the landing.  Middle was screaming hysterically.

His pinky had accidentally gotten slammed in a door.

By the look on Hubby's face, I could tell it was pretty bad.

All I could think of was that his finger had gotten sliced off.  I remained frozen in place.

Hubby whisked him down the stairs and into the kitchen.  They ran his finger under water and he screamed even louder, if that was possible.  I still couldn't look, but did my best to try to console him and wipe away his streaming tears while his body quivered and twitched in pain.

Finally, I looked.

(Ready?)


Hubby and I rushed home with Middle (it was just down the street) and I immediately called our pediatrician's office.  He advised us to stay put (I was totally ready to head out to the ER so someone could just FIX MAH BABY), dose him with Tylenol, wrap his pinky to his ring finger, and ice it down.

I have never ever seen any of my children cry that hard.  My heart was breaking that I couldn't console him or make it better.  I cried right along with him.

Once the Tylenol (finally) kicked in, he calmed down a bit. 

But I?  Was a big, sopping puddle of mush.  I could NOT pull myself together.  Even just typing this I am having full body shivers thinking about the "what ifs". 

Tomorrow we will head to our pediatrician so he can have a look at it.  It is now starting to swell (even more) and bruise.  I don't *think* it's broken, but you never know. 


It's his right hand.  Of course it is.

And that is why I am having every single door in our house removed from its hinges tomorrow. 

Pinky swear.

Heh.

15 comments:

Rita/Fighting Off Frumpy said...

Oh, YIKES, Sarah! Ouch ouch ouch. Poor, poor Middle. I totally don't blame you for wanting the doors off the hinges!

When I was little, I was trying to follow my older brother through a doorway ... didn't realize it, and shut my NOSE into the door ... LOL! I know it sounds funny, but man, did it hurt! I was traumatized for years.

Jen said...

Ouch! Poor guy. I hate it when my kids get hurt.

Hope it all turns out ok and nothing is broken.

The Mommyologist said...

OMG the poor little thing!!! I would've frozen up too...and I have ALWAYS been nervous about my son slamming his fingers in the door!!! My mom accidentally shut my hand in the car door when I was just a baby, so I've been paranoid ever since.

I hope he heals up quickly!!

Cheryl Lage said...

Omigosh, poor poor Pumpkin...and your poor son, too!

Hang in there...am betting he'll be better and back in action before you know it!

Mrs. Fabulous said...

OH! Poor little boy! I almost didn't want to read this because I KNEW what you were going to say. :(

Hope the pain for the little one (and for Mamma) is going away.

margalit said...

I'm with you on the doors. When I was a kid my brother smashed my pinky in the car door. It was so squashed and broken that a piece of bone was moved upwards to the first joint where it still remains. I can't bend that finger joint at all. And it is on my right hand, too. It looks funny because there is a big lump of chipped bone on the inside of the joint, but otherwise, my life has miraculously continued to move forward. But boy, can I empathize.

Liz said...

OMG. Poor little guy! I probably would have frozen up too. I'm sure he'll be all healed up in no time, but it's always stressful when kids are sick or injured.

Dysfunctional Mom said...

This almost made me throw up, not because I'm squeamish, but because I have a door thing too. And my baby girl, when she was only 3, stuck her pinky finger in a nasty Kmart bathroom door and got the tip sliced off.
It was horrific, I can barely stand to think about it.

Miss Madison's Mommy said...

I have a fear of car doors too! When I was young I had 4 of my fingers smashed in a car door and I've very aware of everyones fingers when i shut a door now :)

Rebecca said...

The pinky swear joke at the end is just the cherry on the sundae :)

I slammed Matt's finger in hinge part of our storm door and closed it tight...that sucker looked like sushi by the time I pulled it out. He was fine and it healed pretty quickly...the doctor said it's very common. He didn't say anything when I told him this was the 2nd day in a row this had happened...super mommy!

Michele R said...

Poor guy!!!! He might like it if you taped it to the finger next to it.

Megella said...

Reading this was painful! Your retelling is wonderful. Poor, poor fingers! Very nice blog.

Serenityville said...

Poor kid...but you used my new favorite word - gaggle!

Pollyanna said...

Oh, this brought tears to my eyes.

I can't stand it when my kids are hurt and crying, it makes me feel so helpless and mothers shouldn't be able to feel that way, right? Not fair.

Hope your kiddo is going to be ok. I'll be watching for a follow up.

Scary Mommy said...

Not to make this all about me, but... MY EYES! MY EYES!!!!

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