Back near the end of July Owen had a big fall at a neighbor's house. He was running down their driveway pushing a car, much like he does at our house. The difference was that their driveway is a pretty big hill. As he was running down he must have lost his balance, fell on his knees and then didn't let go of the handles of the car. His fingers must have smashed directly into the asphalt driveway. He started screaming and I ran to him. He was holding his hands and I could see blood dripping already. I was pretty worried. I picked him up and went into the house to look. When I looked I saw that on one of his hands the middle and ring finger were missing 1/2 the fingernails and they were bleeding. When I looked at his other hand I saw that the skin was gone on his fingers and there were holes in the middle of his nails and the nails were all black from asphalt. It was so sad to see. Owen really did handle it pretty well, despite the fact I had to clean out the wounds, which he didn't like. We wrapped them up good and he slept ok that night. It took awhile for them to heal and he loved to show them off to people. Poor guy.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
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OUCH!! Poor guy!
OWIE is right!!! I hate when my kids get hurt. You feel so helpless when you can't take the pain away. Poor T walked around for 2 1/2 days with a broken arm... even the docs missed it when we took him to the ER the day of the fall. That's why God makes them tough, right?
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