and other tales from Christmas vacation 2011.
Many of you have heard this story already, to those of you I apologize. And to those of you who haven't, feel free to spare yourself. Not exactly a sweet bedtime story but, on the happy side, Jude really enjoyed his first ambulance ride
Jude and I flew to Montreal on December 22nd, which was really a score of a flight (3 1/2 hrs flight then 2 1/2 hr drive to Lake Placid is actually, despite the initial sound of it, AMAZINGLY short). So we were happy. We had made it through customs, on the way to get our bag before going through the final gatekeepers of Canada. We boarded a crowded elevator where everyone waved to Jude and he stared them down. Again, he was happy. We went down one level and as the fancy, modern, glass door opened things went very wrong. Jude's hand was pulled in and caught in the elevator door frame. He was screaming as I was yelling "press the door close button" to a fellow rider. His hand wouldn't budge. Of course the close door button didn't work. I've always known those to be "dummy" buttons, but had never thought I'd so desperately need it to work (you know, other than locking someone else out as they run to catch it :) ) Finally, the door began to open, releasing his hand. It didn't look good. I asked for the airport paramedics- I only knew of their existence due a previous airport accident resulting in head stitches for Jude. sigh. The Montreal paramedics were helpful, though Jude could not, would not, stop screaming. Finally we made it out of customs to my parents. And I started crying too. Due to Jude's continued state, the paramedics returned and called the ambulance. The drivers splinted his hand and believed it could be broken- we needed to go to the hospital. Jude finally calmed down at the hope of an ambulance ride. "We're going to help people!" were his first happy words since the entrapment.
Very fortunately, it was not broken. When leaving the ER 4 hrs later (1am?), Jude was ticked that the ambulance was not coming back for us. "Ride ambulance! Go help people!" That's my boy :)
Weeks later he still uses his left hand- a lot, though we're pretty positive there's no permanent damage. My brother noted at the time that we should just leave his right hand bound up. Make him into a pro baseball player. Might not have been a bad idea. Maybe he still has a future....
Many of you have heard this story already, to those of you I apologize. And to those of you who haven't, feel free to spare yourself. Not exactly a sweet bedtime story but, on the happy side, Jude really enjoyed his first ambulance ride
Jude and I flew to Montreal on December 22nd, which was really a score of a flight (3 1/2 hrs flight then 2 1/2 hr drive to Lake Placid is actually, despite the initial sound of it, AMAZINGLY short). So we were happy. We had made it through customs, on the way to get our bag before going through the final gatekeepers of Canada. We boarded a crowded elevator where everyone waved to Jude and he stared them down. Again, he was happy. We went down one level and as the fancy, modern, glass door opened things went very wrong. Jude's hand was pulled in and caught in the elevator door frame. He was screaming as I was yelling "press the door close button" to a fellow rider. His hand wouldn't budge. Of course the close door button didn't work. I've always known those to be "dummy" buttons, but had never thought I'd so desperately need it to work (you know, other than locking someone else out as they run to catch it :) ) Finally, the door began to open, releasing his hand. It didn't look good. I asked for the airport paramedics- I only knew of their existence due a previous airport accident resulting in head stitches for Jude. sigh. The Montreal paramedics were helpful, though Jude could not, would not, stop screaming. Finally we made it out of customs to my parents. And I started crying too. Due to Jude's continued state, the paramedics returned and called the ambulance. The drivers splinted his hand and believed it could be broken- we needed to go to the hospital. Jude finally calmed down at the hope of an ambulance ride. "We're going to help people!" were his first happy words since the entrapment.
Very fortunately, it was not broken. When leaving the ER 4 hrs later (1am?), Jude was ticked that the ambulance was not coming back for us. "Ride ambulance! Go help people!" That's my boy :)
Weeks later he still uses his left hand- a lot, though we're pretty positive there's no permanent damage. My brother noted at the time that we should just leave his right hand bound up. Make him into a pro baseball player. Might not have been a bad idea. Maybe he still has a future....
3 comments:
I guess I hadn't heard all the gory details! Poor lil guy. But, sounds like he has his priorities straight! Can't wait to see all of you!! I'm counting the minutes!
I'm so sorry! We have a lefty candidate too, though not through such drastic means...
Thanks for writing this all up. It's a keeper! What a memory. I really hope we hear from the airport soon. Love you all.
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