Fractured toe

I somehow knew that one day it is going to happen to one of the kids.

The younger one likes to tease the older one and attached like a fly to a turd. My oldest is quiet most of the time and likes to play by himself and my younger is a chatter and needs a lot of sensory input. So when those two doesn't mix which is most days then that is when things get out of hand.

Door slamming happens a lot and just unfortunate for today that Clemmie's toes happened to be in the way of the door. I was so scared that her toes were going to fall off. Her left 3th, 4th and pinky toes were swollen and turned gray and white ... so lifeless against the blood gushing out slowly but surely.

I have a thing for blood that would sent me into a panic attack. I am not fond of anything red. Red is not a favorite color of mind along with orange and yellow. And I usually faint on the sight of blood. But when you become a mom you have to take on the role of rescue mission and anything and everything are dealt with in a matter of fact manner.

I quickly grab some ice packs and held the foot like a sandwich and grab tissues to soak the blood and off we go hop on the taxi to the closest ER.

As we got there, Clemmie's toes got some life back and the triage nurses were cleaning up the wounds. Her pinky toes is still swollen to match the size of her other toes. Clemmie fell asleep as we waited for the one doctor that was on duty during the holiday ... May 1st will always be commemorated by this childhood trauma. After the cue to the doctor, we went straight to radiology for an x ray and I did pray that she would be okay. And an hour after that the results came in with a fractured 4th toe.

Clemmie is a trooper. She was on pain meds for two days and decided that she didn't need it anymore yesterday. She is learning to use her whole right foot now instead of her usual tip toe self. Somehow this could be the turn of event for her sensory issues with her feet. This situation forces her to compensate and she has to use the whole sole of her feet or at least for her heels.

Second thing that comes is my son's guilt. He felt really terrible and scared that his sister cannot walk again. But then Theo also has a mixed feeling of all the attention dynamic shifted to his sister and he doesn't know what to do about it. He was frustrated yesterday when I helped her redress her wounds and it took awhile which for him is a lifetime to rescue him out of his bed. He wanted to be babied too.
He did tell his papa that he will never fight Clementine again.

I hope this happening will forever resonance.