Another Three Stitches

Saturday afternoon resulted in another visit to the Urgent Care Center. D hit his chin on the kitchen counter and split it open. There was lots of wailing and gnashing of teeth - with good reason! - we could see the fat tissue starting to spill out from the cut. Praying that the doctor would be able to just glue it together, we set off. No such luck, stitches were necessary.

Now, D is not known for his tolerance for pain. In fact, the thought alone of getting stitches (like his little brother got on this forehead last fall) was enough to send him into panic mode. Imagine our surprise and relief, then, when he made it through the whole ordeal with barely a whimper. YIPEEE! It was fortunate that he could not see the needle and that the anesthesia worked quite effectively. That's my boy.

So that makes two little boys with three stitches each within the past year. May it never be worse than that.

Let me just say that I really love the Urgent Care Center , especially for kids. We made an appointment, arrived at the scheduled time, saw the doctor, got the stitches in and were out of there in about 45 minutes. Try getting that kind of servide at an emergency room. I think not.