Stitched Up

Well, CC has achieved that childhood rite of passage -- getting stitches. She was flying across the house on her Wheelybug when it hit another toy on the floor and stopped dead in its tracks. But CC kept going -- right onto her chin.  

I won't go into too much graphic detail, but it was a pretty darn deep cut. Too severe for Urgent Care to handle, so they sent us to the same medical center where CC and the twins were born. They have a children's ER that was fabulous. I never would have guessed that going to the ER to get stitches could be calm and soothing, but it really was. 

Wearing the world's tiniest hospital gown

Four hours later CC was happily loopy on Versed, stitched up nice and tight, with the doctors and nurses wrapped around her chubby little finger. She cried when it was time to leave, saying she wanted to stay. What a commendation for an emergency room!

And of course it had to happen at bedtime (don't emergencies always happen at inconvenient times?), so she and I didn't get home till almost midnight. It will take us several days for CC to get back to her normal schedule, I'm sure!

Dazed but ready to go home -- the cut is hardly noticeable from the front.

In the meantime, she's very proud of her stitches and shows them off to everyone she meets. This morning, our cashier and two fellow shoppers at the grocery store heard all the details. And she reminds me constantly, "Be careful of my stitches, Mommy. Don't get them wet!"