Another milestone

So Elliott passed another milestone today.  Which one?  His first trip to emergency.  What a day.  You'd think I could sleep - I was worn out by 2 this afternoon. 

To start the day off I had a fun little game of "Where the hell did the only key to my car go?!" at our public library.  We went to grab a book I've been wanting to read and after I put a hold on it with the ladies at the front counter I went back to my car.  I searched my pockets, my purse, the ground, under Elliott, under the car seat, under the car seat base, under the seats, I went back into the library and checked in their, as well as the bathroom - including the garbage where I'd disposed of a dirty diaper.  The silly key was nowhere to be found.  I then checked my purse again for the 30th time and found the key in a zippered compartment wrapped in my pair of spare underwear (Yes I had a pair of spare in my purse!).  I was hot and annoyed by this time.

I then headed over to a friends house where I enjoyed the heck out of myself.  We were sitting on the deck, enjoying the beautiful August summery day.  Elliott was laying on a blanket on the patio table in front of us.  He was happy and cooing for the most part and then he started to fuss.  He didn't have any reason to fuss, I thought he was just being a dweeb.  My friend and I visited some more over his whining, then I happened to look down at his right hand.  It was red, swelled, and had a line cutting into it, just above the top knuckle of his pinky finger.  My bud packed up the diaper bag while I strapped Elliott into his car seat and I rushed him to the hospital (with a quick stop at my parents shop which is on the way - I wanted to know if they'd seen anything like it before...they had not).  I got to Emergency and showed the nurse/reception lady his finger.  She asked me to take a seat and told me they would call me when they could.  I made a final plea that it be soon, because his finger was turning an awful shade of red...and it was so shiny it looked waxy. 
Not long later (thank God) they called me into their triage room.  The nurse told me it was quite common, that the line was a hair, and then she attempted to cut it off.  Elliott was quite squirmy and the nurse almost cut his precious little finger.  She decided it would be best to numb the finger first.  She wrapped the finger in gauze covered in numbing stuff and asked that I hold it in place for ten minutes.  While I held it I rocked Elliott and he fell asleep.  Another nurse came in about 5 minutes later and decided to attempt the procedure again.  She pushed the scissors into my poor little mans skin, and was able to snip the pestering hair.  It looked like a chest hair...or a cat or dog hair maybe.  Elliott's little pinky is still red, and you can still see where the hair was.  It hurts my heart, but he doesn't seem to be any worse off. 

I then cancelled my afternoon plans, came home, and spent the afternoon trying to over come the feeling of panic I'd experienced.