Thursday, April 1, 2010
...last year (in about 45 minutes, at time of typing), I heard the Mr shout my name from the back garden. There was an edge to the shout and when it came again, a second or two later, urgent, desperate, I knew to move.
The memory of the scene is something that still turns me hot and cold. My toes curl and my heart trips to a frantic, screeching beat. The Mr holding the not-yet-two year old, the middle kid standing in ‘oh-man-I’m-really-in-trouble-now’, frozen shock, the eldest yelling above the screaming that everything wold be ok, and a tiny finger, stuck, held tight, squashed between the cog and the chain of a tandem bike.
Ugh. The middle kid had been rotating the pedals and the small had toddled over to do the investigation.
The Mr performed one of those feats that comes out of pure parental adrenaline. Unable to rotate the chain with the finger out of the cog, (the wheel was locked to the frame with a D-bar, key gone AWOL), the Mr used brute force to bend that D-bar, remove the wheel, set the chain and finger free. An act he has since been physically unable to repeat. The finger, barely attached at the front of the first joint by a sliver of skin and a tiny nerve or two...
...um, please excuse me while I cover my ears and la, la, la, la, la, over the next bit. From memory, (too busy rocking in foetal position to read what I wrote) much of the ‘next bit’ is here.
Fast forwarding a year, the kid is fine. Her finger is reattached and functioning with a 60% range of movement. The two months of cast wearing, then three with a splint, therapy and exercises, a good bit of bounce-backness and other-finger compensation and she can hang about like a monkey with the best of ’em.
I baked these yesterday. Yummy, lemony, coconuty cupcakes that were never going to see it through to today.
Nope. Nothing wrong with that finger.
PS. The kid scored that Wurm hat, which, prompted by a suggestion from Suse, (author of glorious yarn), morphed into the speediest-knit-ever, Baby Rollin’ Beret (free pattern here).
PPS. You can donate to the Royal Childrens’ Hospital Good Friday Appeal (and you can bet your cotton socks I will be) by clicking here...