The Finger Adventure, Episode 1

Setting: Sunday night, after a lazy weekend beating the heat.
Time: 8:30 pm, 1/2 hour past putting Brent to bed.

I hear a little cry coming from the other room. I try to ignore it at first, hoping he just rolled over onto one of his trains and will fall back asleep. Five minutes later, I hear it again. And repeat in another five. This time, it's more urgent, and I go check on him. He's trying to sleep with his hand stuck above his head, fingers all splayed out. He says his finger hurts, so I check it out.

"Oh honey, I think it's just jammed. The tip is a little red, but I don't think I can do much about it, unless you want to go to the doctor"
"NO doctor, Mommy!"
"Well, where did you hurt it?"
"Hit couch, riding my bike"
Hmmmm...the soft leather couch. How bad can it be? I remember when he did it, and he complained about it then for a second, but then went about his day normally.

So I laid with him for a few minutes, trying to coax him to sleep. He fidgets and wiggles, and finally we get up and take some Motrin and put some ice on it. I tell myself we'll check it in the morning and see how it is then. He still can't fall asleep, so I let him watch Thomas in bed for an hour, and he eventually drifts off.

At 4:00 am the next morning, he calls to me again, and I go in and sleep beside him until about 7:00. His finger is about the same, so I take him to school and tell them to call me if it gets worse.