Beware of Elevators

Today Stella, Andy, and I were going from my Dr.s appointment to the Labor and Delivery section of the hospital to take a tour and pre-register.  (My Dr.s office is connected to the hospital)  We had to go down one level in the elevator.  Stella loves elevators, especially the ones at my Dr.s.  The walls are all mirrored, and she gets a kick out of herself.  Today Stella wanted to push some of the buttons.  She kept trying to push the fire alarm button, so I was standing right next to her moving her hand away from it - but she did make it ring once.  Once we reached our destination the doors began to open, and that's when it happened.  Stella smacked her hands up flat onto the door, and as it opened into the wall, Stella's hand went with it, until it was stuck between the door and the wall, and the door wasn't stopping.  Her hand just kept going further and further into the tight little crack.  Andy and I both yelled things out like Stella!, No!, and whatever else you say in a panick.  But Stella's hand was stuck, and being pulled further in, the door not even slowing down.  So I grabbed Stella's little wrist and yanked hard to pull her hand out.  Then the screaming started, and I thought - oh man, what if I ripped her fingers off, or broke her little bones.  Andy checked for any obvious damage, and told me she seemed to be ok.  Her hand turned kind of white - like when your circulation is being cut off.  It began to swell, and of course Stella cried, and held her hand away from our curious and nervous hands.  We decided to make a little detour before heading to Labor and Delivery, and headed to the E.R. instead.  After three X-rays of one precious little right hand, and a couple of Dr.s getting Stella to move her hand different ways for them, it became clear that she was most likely fine - and just has a few puffy red spots on her fingers, but thats it.  Phew!  What a relief.  Poor little Stell has had so much trauma to this little hand lately.  First with the burn, and now this.  I am so grateful that she is fine, and didn't even need any tylenol or anything to get back to normal - holding all of her little stuffed animals and pointing out every eye, nose, or ball she sees, and she is now sleeping soundly beside the teddy bear they gave her for being such a good patient.