Mallory's Injury

I am fairly certain that I will soon receive a visit from DFACS. I mean, c'mon...WHO IN THE WORLD HAS TWO KIDS IN CASTS IN THE MATTER OF THREE WEEKS???!!! Let me answer that...me.

...and this is how it all began...

Wednesday started out as a typical day. I was tired. I didn't want to go to work (although I had just had taken a day to take Mallory to her one year appointment on Tuesday). Nonetheless, I was at school at 6:45am running around like a crazy woman....typical day.

I received a call around 11:00am. It was actually strange that I had my cell sitting right beside me during one of my lessons and heard the thing vibrating. When I saw it was Cody, I definitely knew SOMETHING was up...I was sincerely hoping for once that it was him calling begging for that dumb dog that he is relentlessly bargaining for. Unfortunately...not. It seemed that he was at home, Mallory had some how gotten her toe slammed in the door, and I needed to come home....great. My poor baby is injured and all I can think about after the instant need to leave is, "OMG....I have to take ANOTHER day off of work???!!! I have student teachers here!!! They need me!!!" The joys of being a teacher! I left school hating that little Mallory had been hurt, but I almost doubted the severity. I kept asking Cody over the phone, "Do you really think that it needs stitches???" Oh, BOY. I had no idea.

When I got home, I saw a toe looking somewhat like this...actually worse because this is a shot after it had been cleaned....

I didn't know how in the world it could be fixed. It looked SO terrible that I didn't know what part of the toe was hanging on by a thread. Was it her toe nail, her toe, or both???!!! The sitter was beyond hysterical, Cody had to go back to work, and I needed to take Mallory somewhere! So, who do I call? Poppy. Thank you God for Poppy. His retirement couldn't have come at a better time! He practically drove me to every appointment when I was expecting the twins, rescued me countless times when I had two screaming infants, and comes whenever called upon. Against my better judgement, I went to the hospital in Greensboro.  I am not going to slander the hospital or anything, but, let's just say that after our visit I immediately called the pediatrician, who recommended that we go to the orthopedic...yes...the same one that we just left last week to get Cameron's cast off. Yay.

Now, Mallory is likely the strongest, toughest, sweetest character that I have come into contact with. Her toe was practically hanging off and she was just sitting in her seat, smiling like nothing in the world happened. When we got to the orthopedic, She continued to speak to every person that she saw and entertain...poor thing...she didn't know what she was in for...

The doctor recommended that we stitch the little toe back together...since nothing had been done to it elsewhere. This meant that Mallory had to be swaddled to keep her arms in and we had to hold her legs down. It took two nurses, my dad, and the doctor for this. It was the most pitiful thing that I have witnessed in a long time. We sang, talked, and stroked but nothing helped. When it was over, we had an intact toe and a little pink boot.....

See.. my little ANGEL was all smiles all swaddled up. This was BEFORE the stitches.

 

The "new shoe"  

Mallory recovered immediately as soon as we picked her up. She is walking on the cast just fine and is her normal, sweet self. We are unsure if the nail will ever grow back but time will tell.  The bone is okay, and that is more than I could have hoped for when I first saw that poor little toe! We go back Monday just to give it a check....and while we are at it...let me say that the PA at Athens Orthopedic was wonderful...so compassionate. She even called today to check on my sweet girl and offered for me to call her at any time.

Faith and Cam are interested in Mallory's new shoe. They say, "Mallory shoe."  All I can say is, "Please God, do not let it be Faith's turn next."

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