Rough day

It was a rough day for Miss Olivia.  I received a phone call from her school nurse this morning and heard the dreaded words - "Olivia had an accident at school, it would be best if you could pick her up."

The poor thing was walking into her classroom this morning and the large, heavy, metal classroom door was shut on her finger.  Ouch.

When I picked her up from school the Nurse seemed to think all was better.  The bleeding had stopped and she didn't see the need for stitches.  Her finger was wrapped nicely with a bandage.  She told me to clean it really well and put neosporin on it today.  So after I picked her up we went on with our morning.  

After about two hours I had her take off her bandage and looked at the wound for the first time and felt very differently than I did when I first picked her up.

Turns out it was a lot worse than I was led on.

So after lots of blood, tears, a school nurse visit, a pediatrician visit - we made our way to the emergency room for her to get stitches and a splint on her wound.

She was very scared but she was very brave.  Me, on the other hand, didn't do very well with seeing her in pain.  So hard watching your child in so much pain and fear.  I wish I could have swapped places with her to make it all better.

But the injury is behind us for the most part.  She received lots of special care and attention at Children's Hosptial and she was treated to ice cream later in the day.  She made me so proud with her bravery and inquisitive heart.  She didn't let anyone touch her unless she knew exactly what was ahead for her.  I like that type of assertiveness.  Way to go, Olivia!