Splinter

Blane came in yesterday afternoon with a huge spinter stuck in his right ring finger. He got it from the wooden benches outside. We're not sure exactly how he managed to get it in the way he did--it was nearly 1/4 inch long and traversed across the pad of his fingertip, just under the skin.

Scott was going to remove it, but just couldn't do it in the end. The splinter was completely under the skin--no end to grab, and he was going to have to open up a place just to have a chance to remove it. He just couldn't hurt his little boy!

This morning I took Blane to the doctor right after we dropped the boys off for school. Our pediatrician has urgent care hours in the early mornings and early evenings, which have taken advantage of on more than one occasion. It seems silly to take a child in to remove a splinter, but I just couldn't leave it in there until his well-check next Monday.

We got called back, checked in, and then the P.A. went to work on the offending piece of wood. That little boy of mine hardly uttered a peep as she opened up his finger and dragged out the splinter in three pieces! He talked to her about how he got the splinter, watched the whole thing and barely flinched.

For some reason, Blane has never really had trouble with needlesticks or even most vaccinations. I don't know what the difference is for him, but I hope he'll continue to be a cool customer when it comes to medical issues.