So on January 17th, I got the call every wife dreads. "Emily, we are taking Michael to the ER." Yep, he tripped going down the steps and flew head & thumb first into the cement brick wall. Ouch! He crushed his thumb at the joint. Poor guy has been a trooper (well most days) as he has been off work since trying to heal. He has become a great "house husband" and is taking excellent care of me. Kind of going to miss him when he gets released for work.
These are kind of funny...Reece thinks the splint is a toy...ok so not funny to Michael but you get the idea!
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