finger tips

I didn't realize that I was a good story teller, but apparently my dear husband thinks I am so I'll do the best I can to write this blog on a regular basis. (This will probably just be for you though Mattie because who else is really going to take the time to read it?)



Let's see. Yesterday Rylee and I went to visit Shawn (Matt's sister) who is due to have her baby anytime. We gave her birthday presents to her early because I'm afraid she's gonna have that little baby anytime now and I want to get these presents out of the van because (as most of you know about me) I CANNOT stand clutter or unfinished tasks. Anyway, Lindsay (my dear niece) had an unfortunate accident a couple of months ago and the car window cut off the tip of her finger. The doctors sewed it back on, but it turned black and dead. No one really knew whether the little thing would regenerate or not so it was a waiting game for this tip to fall off and see what was underneath. Jake and Rylee by the way were lucky enough to be in the car when all this happened and they had a little bit of trauma after seeing such a sight.



Anyway, little Linney was throwing a little fit by the couch and flailing her arms. I was sitting next to her and I see this little thing fly through the air and land on the coushion. Needless to say, it was the tip of her finger! Shawn and I both panic and Lindsay is screaming. Blood is dripping and I see that her finger no longer has it's tip! HELLO! What do we do now? Auntie Alesha starts thinking ice and bandage and poor Shawn is just trying to sooth the little angel who has now seen her finger tip fall off twice! We wrap up the finger, and I go get the little black stub and put it in a bag of ice (as though it's going to be reattached again). POOR Lindsay! I just can't imagine what she's gone through with this whole incident. So, when all is calmed down it hits me. It is what it is. She'll be beautiful no matter what happens with that little finger. It's traumatic though. It's really amazing how important every little piece of our bodies are. Especially when it's our babies.

It reminds me of when Rylee had surgery to remove her extra toes. I cried and cried when they were gone because they were a part of her that is no longer there. It was like a mourning period. Now when I look at her little scars I remember what used to be there and how cute and precious all those little toes were. But, we did the right thing and she'll be happy that we did it.