Yesterday wasn’t the only time this week that Mark saved one of our children. Last Sunday he was given the same opportunity.
The worst sound that any parent can hear is the sound of their child shrieking in pain. Thanks to Micah, I’ve heard this sound two too many times. I don’t know if it is because he’s my first boy or if it is because he just has a special inclination towards injury, but Micah is able to find danger in what seems to be the most harmless of situations.
At church on Sunday Elena received a coupon for a free donut because it was the Sunday before her birthday. She couldn’t wait to claim her gift, so we all decided to go upstairs with her to the cafe. After we picked up Micah and Christina, Elena ran up the stairs to the main floor of the church. The other 5 of us went to take the elevator because Isaiah was in the stroller. Mark had to run to the bathroom and separated from us.
Christina pushed the button for the elevator. I was talking to Isaiah, when I heard the highest-pitched, blood-curdling shriek. I look up, and Micah’s fingers were stuck between the door of the elevator and the wall. I guess that he decided to push the door open with his hand and his hand went into the pocket for the door.
The elevator for the church is set away from all of the activity, and we’re always the last ones to leave, so there was NO ONE around. (Yes, out of almost 2,000 people there wasn’t a soul anywhere within ear shot.) My first instinct was to try and pull Micah’s fingers out of the door, but they wouldn’t budge. In the meantime, he is screaming at the top of his lungs. Christina was yelling and panicking at the same time. If Elena was with us, I would have had her run for help, but she was upstairs.
I tried to push the door in a bit to give me some more room to pull his little fingers out, but I had no luck. I squeezed into the open part of the door and started pushing the buttons, but the door wouldn’t respond. I was about to push the alarm button, when the door all of the sudden opened.
Apparently, Mark was in the bathroom mid-stream when he heard the scream. He finished quickly and ran outside, where Micah is screaming, Christina is panicking and Isaiah is watching the scene half-awake from his stroller. As I was trying to open the elevator from the inside, he tried to pull his fingers gently, but they wouldn’t come out. Then he decided to yank them out. He pushed his weight against the elevator and pulled as hard as he could. I guess he’s a little bit stronger than I am, because Micah’s fingers finally pulled free.
Micah was still screaming at the top of his lungs and staring at his fingers now. We hurried into the elevator and went upstairs to reunite with Elena and get ice from the cafe. The whole time Micah was screaming. His fingers swelled up like little balloons.
I reported the incident at guest services and I was starting to worry that his fingers might be broken. I asked him to bend them and he wouldn’t. Then, he saw one of his friends from his Sunday School class. He started playing, all the time nursing his hand. We kept trying to get him to keep his hands in the ice, but he want to play more and more. Finally, we saw him give his sister 5 with the elevator hand. He winced a little, and then switched hands, but he didn’t scream. That was when I knew he was going to be okay.
You know, this reminds me of his last trip to the ER. I will have to share that one with you a later time. Oh, and it reminds me of the escalator incident. I’ll put that on the list, too. Now, I need to go make sure the boys aren’t getting into any MORE trouble.