Anchor and Maverick were playing Tortilla Factory in the garage. They toss elastic workout bands on the treadmill and watch them fall off... and put that on repeat. #boymom
One of the bands started to go under the belt and Anchor tried to get it out. 😖
I was getting ready for the day (it was around 7:30am) and Maverick came running in with Anchor screaming behind him. (This is a somewhat normal occurrence... "he hit me, he took my car, I fell off my bike, Blue chewed my shoes up" etc). I heard "Anchor got his hands stuck in the treadmill" and saw they were scraped and some of the skin had come off. At first, I thought it was similar to a stubbed toe. However, Anchor kept screaming and has hands were badly shaking. Kenny had left to go get tacos, a car wash, and gas (thank you Covid-19)! I FaceTimed him and he decided to come home.
Meanwhile, Anchor kept screaming and I knew it was much worse than stubbed toe. A lot of skin and been ripped off and his fingers were quickly swelling. I called my sister, who can be so calm in these situations, but neither one of us knew what to do. 😂
When Kenny got home, he agreed we should call our pediatrician (who is a family doctor with many years of ER experience). We definitely didn't want to deal with the ER and coronavirus and quarantine. Kenny called his mom to come watch Joshua and Maverick, and I'll never forget how quickly she responded without asking any questions. We gave Anchor some ibuprofen and headed out the door.
Our doctor greeted us in full surgery gear (as Anchor said "a blue dress, yellow gloves, a mask, and a plastic shield"). He took x-rays and found out he broke the proximal phalanx of middle finger on his left hand (finger joint closest to palm). He had three other 2nd degree burns between his fingers that were cleaned and bandaged. And to top it all off, a tetanus shot! 😩
He was so brave but my goodness that was SO hard for mama to watch! He sat next to daddy and watched Lion King as a distraction, but there were many quivering lips and tears. Anchor passed out in the car on our way to Chick-Fil-A for chocolate milk and little burgers (chicken minis).
Mama's adrenaline didn't wear off until 5 that afternoon and I.Was.Toast and sick to my stomach. I could hardly eat all day and cycled with a friend to distract my racing mind. My energy was in the negatives. We had Sonic for dinner (at Anchor's request) and called it a day.
We were supposed to go to my sister's house and have a parade for Nana, see the Blue Angels fly over DFW, and then play at a park. Anchor was SO excited and wore his airplane shirt. Despite everything that happened though, he had a great attitude!
I'm so thankful for our doctor, for family and prayers, and that we serve a God who goes before us and prepares the way: getting into pediatrician instead of ER, Janette being able to watch boys, Kenny being close to home, Anchor pulling his hands out of treadmill before more damage could have been done, and giving us bodies that heal!
God is good, no matter what!
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