Jack

Jack smashed his left pinkie finger in the car door yesterday. I was on the other side of the car when he started screaming. I grabbed him in hug as he told me what happened. Only after Dada came out to see what was going on did I ask to look at it. Then Jack brought his hand with  blood dripping everywhere! I took him in the house, wash off the wound best I could, gave him ibuprofen, and applied ice. All throughout this Jack is crying/screaming in pain and bouncing around.
With the amount of pain he was in I thought maybe he had broken his finger so we decided to take him to urgent care for a splint. On the way I explained to Jack what was going to happen. He said he didn't mind as long as he kept his wound covered because it freaked him out. On the way I prayed that the Holy Spirit would keep him calm so the doctors and nurses could do their work.
Once we got there everything went as I said it would. We got checked in, the nurse cleaned the wound, had x-rays, and the doctor examine it. Jack did great through the whole thing. Actually it looked like he was almost asleep through most of it. All of the staff kept commenting on how tough he was and well behaved.
As it turned out Jack broke the very tip of his finger, cut his nail in half and gave himself a pretty good darn cut. Instead of putting Jack through the experience of stitches the doctor left the cut to heal on his own.
Jack got a metal split for his finger that I am making him wear for at least a week to keep his finger clean. I told him it was a robot finger. Of course he perked right up to that. He added that he could shoot lasers out of it; which he has proceeded to do to everyone that comments on his finger.


**Just as a side note I did not come to fully appreciate my prayer for a calm Jack until today when I tried to clean his wound and change the bandage. I literally had to hold his hand under the water as he thrashed around screaming in pain. I am glad he was calmed yesterday.