Fortunately, the surgeons were able to save his finger and repair the damage. He has a cast on, up to his wrist.
I thought I would be ok in any crisis, but I found in this one, I was a hot mess. How I wish it had been me instead of this precious baby boy. To see and hear him in so much pain, with so much blood was just heart breaking.
Since my own children were babies learning to crawl, toddlers opening doors, doors were a problem for me. There were always tiny fingers accidentally getting hurt. At the most, they required an antiseptic and band aid. My worst fear was a tiny finger being severed, and 40 years later, it almost happened with a grandbaby.
I'm relieved to say that his Mom says he is doing well and crawling around as usual, the cast doesn't pose a problem.