Angelo's terrible, horrible, no good very bad day

It started with a fall and head bump on the ice, followed by a fever at daycare and an early pickup and finished with a trip to the ER and 6 stitches in his tiny finger.

Our family survived it's first trip to Childrens Hospital though and luckily, the injuries were not super serious. Angelo's finger got caught in a hinge to a baby gate during a game of St. George and the Dragon. Who knows why St. George and the Dragon had to be pushing a gate violently back and forth. But I heard serious crying and ran into the room, saw blood and promptly started trying to figure out how to make calls on my new iphone. Aaron was in class and not immediately answering his phone. I called Umi, she tried to get here but I got us all ready and ran to the neighbors. I say I got us ready but on this evening it took me asking Abraham only once to get dressed-he had his boots, coat, hat and gloves on faster than I knew was possible and he reminded me to put boots on Angelo. He didn't want his feet to get cold he told me. 

Eric was in the car immediately and Amy nonchalantly asked Abraham if he wanted to stay there. Meanwhile, me and bloody-faced Angelo (he was wiping his bloody hand on his head in an effort to keep it away from me, who was trying to keep it from bleeding) were whisked to the hospital. We were seen right away. And then Angelo began charming the intake nurses. He was still wearing his red cape and kept pointing out that he was superman and here was his cape. That's when we took this photo:

Seriously, not to go into disgusting detail but I have never seen a deeper more disfiguring looking cut in my life and it terrified me. Angelo got x-rayed (he was perfect for that), a dose of versid that left him slurring "spiderman sticker" over and and over looking like this: 

 He spent a lot of time playing with mini superman and batman--we tied them to balloons and watched them parachute to the floor. He loved it. Then he got a pretty heinous shot that was supposed to numb his finger. Aaron got there in time for that. Aaron Miller was home and listened out for the sleeping Abraham 6 stitches and 6 hours later we were home. We slept with Angelo in our bed and sometime in the early morning Abraham climbed silently in the middle of the bed and went to sleep. In the morning we had a whispered conversation: "mom, did you put Angelo's boots on, did his feet get cold?"

The next day, upon seeing Angelo's bandage, Abraham was a little freaked out. "Mom, promise me something. That won't let Ange put his bandage on me ever, ok?" 

All together Angelo weathered this trauma very well. It took me all day the next day to recover though.  I wonder how much he remembers though as he woke up Sunday morning looking at his hand and saying "what happened?"