First major injury...

Well, today we endured Molly's first major injury. And it was a doozy. This morning when saying goodbye to Daddy she promptly slammed the front door or her thumb. She turned around and looked at me in shock and then started screaming. It wasn't until I picked her up that I saw the blood. It was pouring out of her hand all over me and all over her. So I ran and stopped Steve from leaving for work. After cleaning everything up and getting her calmed down, we made the decision to go see her pediatrician this afternoon instead of taking an already frightened Molly to the E.R. We thought that would be less traumatic.

The verdict after seeing her doctor? Well, the laceration on her thumb was pretty much through the nailbed and the nail was pretty much falling off. They decided not to give her stitches because it might damage the nail bed and they felt pretty confident that a new nail would grow back just fine after the old one fell off. But there was a LOT of swelling and an X-ray showed that she did indeed break the end of her thumb. So she's in a splint now.

I was never so proud of Molly as I was today. She was so scared to go to the doctor because she didn't want it to hurt. She kept telling me and her Auntie Paige (who came to help with the babies) that she was going to run away from the doctor. But they took X-rays and not a tear. And when they cleaned it out and examined it, she was extremely upset but she just sat there and let them poke at her. AND she even choked out her "thank you's" when they put the new dressing on. I am so proud of my brave, brave girl!