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on August 4, 2016

Last Sunday, while getting ready for church, Luke ran his hand into a door jamb and was sure he broke his little finger. He said he heard it snap. Cory and I talked about taking him to the doctor, but agreed that all they would do, even if Luke’s finger was broken, is tape it. His Sunday School teacher helped him tape his little finger to his ring finger. Later that day we sent him off to camp. I reminded him that I would be up at camp on Tuesday and told him if his finger wasn’t better I would take him to the doctor. Tuesday rolled around and I observed the bruising on his hand, but also noted that he was able to climb the rock wall (the hardest one, per Luke). My sister, who was at camp for the week, said that she thought he was fine. Luke didn’t think he needed to go.

We picked Luke up from camp on Friday (his fingers were still taped) and headed to Powers for our annual camping trip/family reunion. Cory had Luke take the tape off his fingers to let them air out. Aunt Melissa checked him over and thought, being he felt it was doing better, that he would be fine.

On Tuesday Luke was helping get the tent off the top of our van and a bungee cord hit his finger. He was in tears and I told him we better make an appointment with the doctor. He didn’t want to go. He said later that he didn’t want to find out he was just a big wimp. His appointment ended up being on Wednesday and I felt silly talking to the doctor as Luke carelessly fidgeted with his “broken” finger. We went to x-ray and Luke was ready to make a run for the door. He was sure it wasn’t broken.

We were wrong.

The doctor asked if Luke played the piano and said that this break is called an Extra Octave Fracture being that it would help a pianist reach farther. Not only was it fractured, it could involve the growth plate. Another appointment was made for us with a specialist later in the day. The specialist determined that it was too late to set the finger. He thought about giving Luke a shot to deaden the pain and then crank on his finger, but didn’t think the risk outweighed the possible reward. Apparently Luke’s finger is now going to always stick out just a bit. The specialist decided to cast it for two weeks and then tape it for a few more. In six months, Luke will need to go back for a follow-up to see how the growth plate is doing and whether surgery will be required. Surgery?! It’s not likely, but …

What a Mom Fail! Poor little guy taping his own finger for a week and a half. He even made a little split with a popsicle stick after he re-injured it.

At the specialist’s office I start envisioning Luke taking the oath of office…

I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States

His left hand on the Bible; his right hand raised, little finger sticking out awkwardly; me in the crowd, tears streaming down my cheeks as I remember back to the day…

On the other hand (no pun intended) Luke is quite pleased with his broken phalange. He thinks it’s going to be a great conversation starter. He also said, “You’re welcome, Mom, for making your blog interesting.”

What a kid!

He is, not even twenty four hours later, already tired of the cast.

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