Thursday Dec 18 was a Christmas program at church for the women's group. I was singing a solo and since Kevin was out of town, I brought the girls and took them to the nursery provided.
During the dinner and before the program, one of the guys taking care of the children (they were guys because the women were all invited to the program) came to get me saying that Bryn had her hand stuck in a toy and was starting to "freak out" and needed her mother. OK. Bryn screams a lot and I thought this was par for the course.
I opened the door to the nursery and saw/heard Bryn SCREAMING with her entire ARM stuck in the middle tube of a ball toy. (We actually used to have this toy and this is an old picture I have.)
So this is what she kind of looked like.
I ran over to Bryn and saw that some of the hard molded plastic was pinching her arm, probably where they were trying to pull it apart off of her. I quickly had another adult stick their fingers in the crevice and pull it away from her. That helped, but Bryn was still obviously in pain plus "freaked out". The two men that were in charge of the nursery were trying to figure out how to dismantle the toy, and my friend Elizabeth had come with me, thank goodness. She spied the screws and sent someone in search of a tool. She sent someone else for some lotion and calmed me down quite a bit.
By this time there were 4 men huddled around the toy, Bryn and myself, some men hovering in the hallway waiting to be put to use, a friend who is a nurse, and a friend of someone else's that is a physician, all trying to get Bryn's arm free. Oh, and I am supposed to be singing but they skipped that part.
A screwdriver is found, but it is too large and is not effective. In their effort to set Bryn free, some of the men have attempted to twist the toy off her arm, and not seeing her elbow since it is also hidden in the depths of this play-thing, are almost breaking her arm. Bishop Dupree tells them to watch it and one of the guys says "We need to call 9-1-1." I think that's pretty rash, but after one more twist of Bryn's arm, I want them to do it.
Bishop Dupree sends a hallway lurker to call 9-1-1 with the instructions to tell them to send the fire department from across the street. We carry Bryn and her attachment to the foyer and sit her on my lap. She is no longer crying and has asked me if she can go to the Dr to get fixed. We tell her the fire department is coming and she seems relieved.
The truck pulls up. Three firemen come over and examine the toy and Bryn's arm. We tell them where the screws are and that we don't have the tools to take it apart. A fireman pulls out two hacksaws which sends Bryn into a fit. A more sensible fireman cuts apart sections of the toy from around her lower arm to relieve the weight and so they can see better where she is stuck. Eventually, all that is left is the ring at the top of the toy (the top pink part) around her bicep. He gently twists while Bishop holds her arm straight so it doesn't twist with the toy. The ring is slowly twisted down and off her arm like a screw. It is over.

I hold Bryn close and tearfully thank the firemen for their help. I assumed Bryn would want to go home right away, but she asks to return to nursery to "play with my sisters". I rejoin the Christmas program, where they ask me to sing now. Since Bryn is ok, I figure I should be ok too so I sing. Evidently it was great and I was calm and poised. But I was still feeling very anxious so I left the room and paced the hallway until the program was finished at which point I ate more cake.
Bryn left with two deep gouges on her arm from the pinching, and a large lump between the two which has since vanished. In her prayers she thanks the fire department for fixing her arm. Amen.



































































