Long Distance Motherly Angst..

Yesterday, while I was at my desk talking on the phone, Claude received a call on his cell phone upstairs from Katelyn. He came downstairs, phone in hand, Katelyn still on the line, and said, "Which of your two daughters do you think is in the ER with a butter knife cut to her hand?" I only paused a minute before I said, "Nissa!" and he replied, "Yep".

 

I told Laura I would need to call her back. It wasn't a minute or two before Katelyn said she had to get off the phone. It seems the doctor was going to do something to Nissa's hand that she couldn't look at.  I told Claude, "Katelyn is there for her mother but from this far under certain circumstances." We got a chuckle of Katelyn in the gag reflex running from the ER area.

 

Here is what happened to the best of my understanding after talking with Nissa last night.

 

Nissa was cutting paper off a chicken wrapper with a butter knife, the knife slipped and Nissa cut her thumb. She got the bleeding stopped and thought she would go to her doctor to see if she needed stitches. As she pulled on her jeans, she heard a pop. She called Katelyn and said, "We're going to the ER."

 

In the ER they tried to find her tendon and couldn't.

 

She was sent to a specialist in hand surgery. He also couldn't find the tendon. He bandaged her up and sent her home with the understanding they would try and find a spot in the surgery room schedule and with his and another doctor's schedule to find the tendon and fix it. They hope to have that done by Friday.

 

They believe they will have to start the surgery like carpal tunnel surgery by cutting her wrist, pulling the tendon out at the wrist, stitching it to something that they can then run back up through her hand and pull it out to stitch at the thumb. Yuck.

 

I found myself worrying all night and as I awoke this morning about the pain Nissa is in and how quickly they can get this surgery accomplished. It amuses me that Nissa is grown, a mother of three kids that are nearly grown, married to a great guy that will take good care of her and be sure she obeys the instructions to heal, and yet, with all that, I still have all the feelings of a mother with a little kid that is hurt. That maternal thing just doesn't go away because of years. Albeit is a little easier to deal with, which is good because I live eight hours away. But it is, amazingly, still there in full force.

 

All the kids and grandmonsters, with the exception of Katelyn who has to work, were to come in the Saturday. Not sure how that will work for the Tyler clan now. If they don't come, not sure Jake will make it as they usually pass by his home and he rides down with them. We are praying for a quick open slot in the surgery schedule that will work for both doctors. The quicker they do this surgery the better. Not good to leave that tendon unattached for any time at all.

 

In the meantime I awoke this morning to a wonderful picture of my beautiful oldest child on Facebook. Her hubby fixed her hair this morning and she was at work. Did my old mothering heart so much good!!!