Okay, so the title of this entry is a little morbid, but unfortunately it's true. Yesterday afternoon we were trying to get everything together to go to a party that some friends were hosting. It was going to be great - volleyball and badmitton, swimming for the kids, horseshoes for the old men (yeah - I had another birthday the other day) - a fun time for all! As we were racing around getting the potatoe salad finished up and and trying find everybody's shoes, we had left little Ben on the kitchen floor. A sudden loud screech from the kitchen stopped us all in our tracks. Little Ben was in trouble! Everyone ran to the kitchen to see what the commotion was about and the first thing that caught our attention was blood everywhere. Then I saw poor little Ben with blood litterally dripping from his hand, holding a lid from an aluminum can.
I grabbed him and carefully got the lid away from him, then rushed him to the sink to wash up. It quickly became apparent that the cut was bigger than just a little scratch, so we started to do what we could to get the bleeding to stop. After about 15 minutes of constant blood flow, we decided to call the doctor. "Keep a lot of pressure on it for a while and it should stop. If it doesn't stop - go to the emergency room." Well, pressure we had been applying, but we kept it up. Finally after about a half hour the blood finally stopped. So we got a bandage and tried to apply it only to see the finger start flowing with blood again. For the next two hours we repeated this routine. The blood would stop for a little while only to start up again a few minutes later.
Finally, we gave up and headed to the hospital. Ben ended up with two stitches right across the pad of his middle finger (probably not the most comfortable place for stitches!). We have to keep it bandaged up for a week or so, then the stitches can come out. Keeping it bandaged has proved to be quite a challenge - it usually only lasts a couple of hours at most before he's managed to pull it off. We've tried tying several fingers together and wrapping the bandage with tape, but somehow he always manages to get it off. Looking on the bright side - at least he's developing his small-motor skills!
So, needlesstosay, we missed our fun party (Adam was particularly distraught about that), and got to spend Ben's nine month birthday in the hospital. We did enjoy flamed broiled burgers on the way home (Burger King style), but it just wasn't quite the same.
Looking back, we realize it could have been much worse. We're lucky he escaped with just a sliced finger. Lesson learned: Don't leave your baby alone in a room with sharp metal objects on the floor (and don't leave your trash on the floor)! You'd think after four kids we would have learned that one already!