… and broken fingers.
I didn’t even see the fall. Well, I partially saw it but thought it amounted to a small bump to the forehead, the latest in a line of many (many many) before it. I asked him if mommy needed to kiss it and he pointed to his head. Then he brought his fingers up to be kissed and I noticed they were a little red. It didn’t seem like a big deal in that moment.
A few minutes later, Oliver was still complaining quite badly and I noticed him favoring his right hand. When I looked more closely, I noticed his middle finger was getting purple… on the top of his hand and also underneath, on the pad just below the middle finger. And it was really sore. We figure he hyperextended it when he fell but it will always be a guess.
When it was all said and done and daddy looked at it too, we decided that a break would be much more painful and that we should make the decision to go to the hospital in the morning. It’s a pretty crappy picture and doesn’t seem to capture how bad it looked, but this was his finger at breakfast. It was also still swollen and purple on the underside of his hand.
So off to the doctor daddy and Oliver went. They got him right in and to the x-ray (which I’m told was not something he was cooperating with), only to be told there was no break. A bit of tape around the fingers and off they went. Oliver didn’t use that hand for two days and heavily favored it for a few after that.
Yesterday, five days after being at the hospital, I get a message from an x-ray techinican to say that there is actually a hairline fracture. Nice. That seems like something we should have known sooner than that but I guess the medical system does what it can. I’m told there isn’t anything they could do for a hairline fracture anyway.
Ahh, the ups and downs of being a toddler.