Stitches

Welp. I was really hoping that Parker would make it at least until his 2nd birthday before we made a trip to the Emergency Room. We were so close....so close.

I got a call from Mrs. Ann today around lunch that Parker had fallen and cut his head. She thought I'd better come assess the situation. Yep. Pretty nice gash.

Apparently, Parker was playing on the couch and attempted to climb onto the end table. His hand slipped on the table runner and he face planted into the table edge.

Our pediatrician was not in the office and the nurse recommended we take him to Urgent Care. So, Mrs. Ann and I loaded up and headed out. Now, Parker is none the wiser to what is going on or what has happened. In fact, moments after the accident he was chowing down on his lunch. Nothing stands between that boy and his food. He was excited to go "bye bye" and even took a nap on the way.

The Urgent Care doctor said that due to the location of the cut and how deep it was it could not be "super glued" as I hoped. It would require stitches.

Now...I need to pause here and say that I was bragged on by two different individuals on how well I was handling the situation and how calm I was. Surprised? Yeah, I was too.

Anyway, when I heard the word "stitches" I could feel the "freak out" start to rise. I willed myself to contain it.

The tears did flow as I had to hold him still while they numbed the wound and stitched it up. That literally broke my heart.

But, just as fast as the accident happened, the stitches were in and we were on our way home. Complete with our first "war wound." It's a good thing chicks dig scars.