We left for California and had high hopes of making great time and getting in at a normal time, well that all changed at our first stop. We stopped exactly half way to Grandma's and Grandpa's house in a teeny tiny town called Battle Mountain, and ended up meeting the town doctor and spending an hour and a half in the ER. While we were making a potty stop Nolan's fingers got shut in a huge wooden door, in the hinge part of the door, and they were instantly swollen and purple. We tried to ice the fingers, bribe him with treats and nuggets, and distract him in any way but nothing stopped in from shaking and screaming. We figured we better get his fingers X-rayed so we found the town ER and took him in. This place was straight out of Doc Hollywood and we were even worned the doctor can't hear well and is a little crotchety, but has a heart of gold. Well after X-rays, it was determined he had a Tuft Fracture. They splinted his two fingers, gave him some Tylenol, a sucker and stickers, and we were back on our way. The poor guys fingers were so sore, but what 2 year old is really going to keep a splint on, so we made it 2 of the 10 days with the splint until he was over it. Both finger nails have fallen off and are trying to grow back, but they do not look so good yet. He is doing great and you would have never known his fingers were hurt until you looked at them, he is such a tough kid.
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Poor little Nolan..What a tough boy!
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