After changing her diaper on Tuesday, I was about to put socks on Little Dorrit's feet when she kicked her left foot out and hit the knuckle of my hand with her mummy toes. She is an active little kicker and one of her favorite things to do these past few months has been to just lie on her back and kick her legs out. Anyway, she cried out immediately, and I saw a little blood seep out under the toes. After a few minutes, Little Dorrit calmed down so I didn't worry too much about it since her toes still looked pretty much the same and the bleeding appeared minimal. Even so, I thought it would probably be good to talk to the plastic surgeon's office at the children's hospital. So, I call and I'm on the phone with a nurse from the department while I'm holding Little Dorrit and the nurse is asking me questions about her toes. I look down at Little Dorrit's feet and am a bit shocked to see that her two toes are gone! I gasp into the phone and say, "Her toes just fell off! Just now!" I think I probably also said something like, "And I don't know where they are!" Because I didn't! I had been walking around the house holding Little Dorrit with one arm and talking on the phone with the other when her toes fell off. Not that it was important that we hang on to the fallen-off-mummy-toes but I didn't want to horrify someone who could possibly "accidentally" find them at my house. As the area-on-her-foot-formerly-known-as-toes had only bled minimally, I put Little Dorrit down and got on my hands and knees in the living room to look for the absent toes. After just a few minutes, my search came to an end as I found the toes camouflaged among the multi-colored print of the rug in our living room. And, no we aren't keeping her toes. We took pictures and that should suffice.
As you can see, we've had an exciting week full of new and exciting medical adventures! Ha! That's all for now.