Sam's finger

A terrible thing happened yesterday. We had just gotten home from a nice day in Taos. The kids were all playing the their room and I had just sat down with a gin and tonic after checking on the boys and admonishing them not to play in the closet and slam the doors because it was dangerous. Literally 60 seconds after the admonishment and just as my butt sat back down on the couch, I heard Sam sceaming and Michael yell, OH MY GOD!. I ran into the kitchen to see Michael holding Sam and blood everywhere. And then I saw Sam's finger. It looked like it had been cut in half from the top right through to the first joint. It looked like an over cooked hot dog when they just split.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hand and held it tight to stop the bleeding. I somehow got my purse and yelled over my shoulder for Marcie to take care of Davis. We got the keys and Sam into the car and then I rode in the back with Sam while Michael drove us, (still steaming and pissed off as hell) to the nearest hospital that we could find on the gps. Traffic was terrible and Sam just kept screaming and screaming. I tried to talk to him about fun happy things, but he kept telling me it hurt too much too talk.
We saw a Urgent Care place before we could get to the hospital and we pulled in. They saw us right away. Three people had to look at the finger before they decided whether they could fix it or if they needed to send us in to the hospital. While they unwrapped it to inspect it, I got really hot and then suddenly I thought I was going to vomit. I've never lost it on any of the times I took the kids to the emergency room, but this wound was so ugly and it was on my baby. I just couldn't take it. Michael was a trooper though and put on a movie on his phone and held it front of Sam to try and distract him. I felt really embarrassed explaining the wound on his finger, the wound on his head (which they said should have had a staple, but we were too late) and the fact that I was a good mother, all with gin and tonic on my breath.
They finally decided to try and fix it. They forced him to hold it in a bowl of soapy water and though he did it, he kept screaming that he just couldn't hold it. Then they explained that they needed to do some lidocaine shots and it would only work if we could keep him totally still. If we couldn't, we'd have to go the hospital. Michael held his head, I held his legs and the nurse held his arms. We explained he just had to hold still. That baby held totally still for the ten minutes it took to numb his hand though he screamed the entire time.
When the pain finally went away he fell asleep almost immediately. The doctor said that was a normal reaction after trauma. She started to stitch it up. At one point Sam woke up and said, "What in the world are you doing?" to the doctor as the sewed his hand and then he fell asleep again. When she finished giving the stitches (seven in all) they did several x-rays. He slept through it all. There was no fracture that they could see though they'll send it to the radiologist.
We got our instructions, copies of the x-rays and prescriptions and promised to take him to a doctor at home on Monday and they let us go. Sam woke up and remembered we had promised both chocolate and strawberry ice cream while he had been screaming. We stopped and got him some and took him home.
Davis and all the kids were mortified that they had done this. Marcie that she had given a good talking to about what they did and they had all drawn pictures with hearts and the word sorry all over them. Davis and Sam hugged and all was well, though Michael and I were extremely shaken. We put the boys down and then poured several stiff drinks.