Well, the youngest child has broken the barrier into broken bones and stitches. Up until now, we had not crossed it.
It happened in the ongoing battle between the littles and the bigs over territorial rights on the bigs' bedroom. Doors were slammed and Ollie's tiny pinkie (or fifth digit as the Dr. said) was caught in the hinge side.
The door had been completely closed (slammed) shut. I picked him up and saw a thin, mangled, white, bleeding little pinkie.
Seriously...I thought he was going to loose the finger. It looked that bad.
I called 911 to see if it was urgent enough for the emergency room...telling them I was not sure how well it was attached and they offered to send an ambulance. Yeah right! No thanks. Unfortunately, Jake heard the conversation and assumed his finger was coming off which sent him into a panic. (I was saying quite calm I must say). I quickly popped all four boys into the car and drove off to urgent care. (Thankfully we had just gotten home and all were dressed)
So, three hours later (thank you mom and dad for rescuing the other boys) Ollie emerged after screaming, x-raying, rocking, crying, stitching, comforting, wiping, singing, sleeping with four stitches and a splint to repair the broken finger.
I can only hope this will be a lesson learned. Hey...there's hope, right?
In Maxwell's defense (yes...it was Max) he HAD cleared Olliver and Noah of the door before he shut it (and it has to be slammed to close). He just didn't think to check the other side of the door.