Back to the ER

     

     Being the rule-follower that I am, I called the plastic surgeon at 8:01am.  I was told that because this group was not on call on Saturday, they wouldn't/couldn't see her.   Weird, right?  So they gave me a number of an orthopaedic surgeon practice.  I called the Children's ER just to confirm this would be the right thing to do, and they said yes. 

     Well, the computer system was down when the doctors and nurses came to work this morning, so they weren't seeing new patients....  ...  ...  what is a mom supposed to do?  Call the ER again.  Email my pediatrician, Dr. Morgan, who was away on a trip.  Email the two doctors from my church.  Ask people to start praying. 

     A few minutes after sending the emails, Dr. Morgan writes us that she called on our behalf and got us in to the Orthopaedic office.  Yay!  I was so so thankful.  We arrive around 1:30 and they get us a 2 o'clock appointment!  Things were looking up!

     And then... and then... as they removed the bandages to look at her finger, blood started pouring out again.  The doctor quickly called the ER to tell them we were on our way.  It was too much for them to handle at the office. 

    You know, one good thing about the many many hours that Residents clock... there is continuity in the ER.  So, we got to see Dr. Martin again today and that made Faith feel much better- to see a familiar face. It was a big deal to this Mama, I will tell you that!   He was exhausted from clocking so many hours, but I can see God's goodness in it!  (I know, I am selfish and ego-centric) 

    The hand specialist on call came in (he looked like a line-backer for real), was very good at explaining what he was doing while he was doing it, and made a call to go ahead and sew her finger shut.  I don't really know why they didn't do this from the beginning- I can only guess that they were trying to intervene in small stages.  Kinda like labor.  :)

   There were times Saturday and today that I wanted to yell- yell in frustration, yell in anger, yell in defeat.  I had a big cry on Saturday night, which was cleansing (women might understand that- haha).   I've felt burdened with guilt, sad with regret, and disbelief that so much happened in an instance.  I've hurt for my daughter, asked God to give me the pain and take it from her.  I've disciplined Faith when she was being naughty and not listening in the ER room.  I've given her chocolate, jelly beans, juice, crackers, ice... basically anything she asked for. 

    So, all that to say, it was a whirlwind of a day.  She has good pain medicine, antibiotics (because a of lot people have touched the wound over the past few days), and an appointment for Wednesday back at the Orthopaedic office. 

   Continue to pray for us!  We need it!  Pray that the stitches would stop the bleeding, that the pain would be minimal, the healing fast, and the abundance of grace as we interact with multiple medical groups!  Pray that this works, because if it doesn't, we will have to do full out surgery.  Pray that the Lord raises the finances to cover this- we have excellent insurance, so we are thankful for that.