Frantic Friday

You know you should expect something to happen when you plan a weekend in advance.

Yesterday we had a packed day planned. A trip to the temple to watch a high school friend marry his sweetheart and then heading off to Flagstaff to pick up Jaxen and attend the graduation of a family member.

My SIL was to watch the kids for the hour or so it would take to attend the sealing. After the sealing, we start talking about what would be the fastest. Stop and get gas, then the kids, then start driving to Flag. We call my SIL to tell her the plan and that we would be there in a few minutes. We went into the store, purchased our drinks, and headed back to the van. I hear the phone ringing and we had missed a few calls. It was my SIL. I just assumed she wanted us to pick her up something on our way home. I call her and she says to get over there NOW.

My nephew had slammed Owen's finger in the door. She says it is bleeding all over and really bad. I figure she has to be exaggerating, people get their fingers slammed in the door all the time, right? A pinch, maybe a little bit of broken skin, something like that.

We get there, I take one look at it and knew we were headed for the hospital. I guess his finger got caught in the hinge, and to make matters worse he was pulling trying to get his finger out. My SIL had to open the door to free it.

Five hours later, we were ready to leave the hospital. Owen has a broken finger tip and stitches to close the gash that went all the way to the bone.

He was a trooper. He didn't cry at the hospital during the wait. He only cried when he got the IV put in for the medications. They had to put him under for the surgery. Something called conscious sedation. I had to have Shaun hold him because he is technically awake, but doesn't feel anything. His eyes are open and dart around. I couldn't watch so we went to get something to eat because we couldn't eat in front of Owen (he couldn't eat or drink) and I couldn't bring back food. So while they did the deep clean *shudder* and stitched him up we went to the hospital cafeteria. We thought it would take a while, but when we got back, he was awake. Still out of it, but awake. He slowly got the meds out of his system and was back to himself. He just wanted to take all the stuff off (pressure cuff, etc.) and go home.

He will need to see a hand specialist to make sure that the tendons and bone heal properly and doesn't need any therapy.

After we got out of the hospital, we drove to Walgreens to fill the prescription. Then picked up Ember and headed for Flagstaff. Owen passed out immediately, poor guy, and Ember watched a movie on the way up. So much for attending the Graduation. So much for attending the dinner afterward. We got there as they were cleaning up. We had dinner over at his Uncle's house at 9:00 PM and then turned around and started heading home at around 10:00 PM.

On the way home all the kids fell asleep, but then Owen woke up and just cried and cried. He kept holding up his hand and grabbed it every now and then. It was the longest 10 minutes to Camp Verde before we could even attempt to stop somewhere. We stopped in Camp Verde and the first service station didn't have infant Tylenol. What?! Who doesn't carry infant Tylenol? I was about ready to cry myself. We stopped at another service station, and thank heavens, they had some. At this point I would have paid $50 for a dose, but spent a measly $10 for a small bottle. (Worth every penny!) A gummy worm made going back in the car seat easier, and we were headed home. We got home at 1:00 AM. Worlds record for the longest and most eventful day in the Davis Family...at least in the last few months.

Owen is officially our first broken bone and stitches. Ember was our first serious burn. Jaxen was our first staple and Durabond kid. They each have their claim to fame.

It was great to see Jaxen again! He seems so much bigger, LOL.