This past Friday (the 13th, no less) was a little different. Taylor had a birthday party to attend and Carter's best buddy was spending the night. It was just after dinner. We were literally minutes away from watching our movie and the boys were tidying up the family room.
I heard Spenser cry, but all of the four younger ones had cried at some point that evening (two of them over the computer and Play Station). I blew it off, thinking it was "just another one crying again." Man, the guilt. The guilt!!
When we finally found out what was wrong with Spenser (honestly only a few seconds after her cry), I freaked out. Sawyer (our little door police, who loves to close doors), shut the bathroom door on her fingers. Her fingers were stuck in the hinge-part of the door.
After one look at the large crease in her finger, we immediately knew she had to go to the emergency room. She and I headed in. They x-rayed it and determined she had broken her middle finger just above the first joint. (She smashed her pointer, too, but they didn't x-ray that one.)
Unfortunately she's right-handed, and it's her right hand. She's having to learn to do everything with her left hand, which is difficult for her. However, she put together her puzzle with her left hand, so she is improving.
When the Physician's Assistant at the hospital told me that she needed to see an orthopedic specialist and that they could recommend one if we needed one, I replied, "Oh, we have one." He looked at my quizzically and asked, "You have one??" I answered, "yes." Then he asked, "Who do you have??" When I told him the name of the doctor, he commented he was a very good one. I agree, it must be weird to "have an orthopedic specialist," but considering Spenser's broken leg and Sawyer's fractured collar bone, we have one.