Luckily there were people around me to better assess the situation and look at the damage before I called 911 in complete hysterics. It was a good sized gash, but we were able to stop the bleeding and get the cute kid cleaned up.I am so glad that I wasn't alone - my stomach was shaking in panic! Thanks to everyone that was there to calm me down.
I still cannot get over how unbelievably mature my niece Lexi was. She was in the basement when it happened, and instead of running upstairs screaming to everyone that Jude was going to bleed to death (like I probably would have) she scooped him up with her arms under his legs and behind his back, and carried him to his parents. UP A FLIGHT OF STAIRS! Jude's no itty-bitty four year old, either - Lex was carrying someone more than half her size. How amazing is that little hero of the day?! Get that kid into medical school, asap - she could be an amazing doctor or nurse.
Thanks again, Lexi! Love you!!
BDEM: It's been a long, great day - but I have to say that taking off my 3 inch-heel boots after walking in them for fourteen hours just felt like HEAVEN! I'm surprised I could even pull my swollen feet out of those puppies.