I never needed stitches as a kid. Errr… I should correct that. I never got stitches as a kid. There was one time when I needed them terribly (could see the bone) but my parents told me I was fine and sent me back downstairs to play (I still have a hole in my ankle there, but it’s just fine). I digress…..

Bryson got stitches yesterday morning. He tripped on a stupid rug (one that I’d bought and Hottie had said would kill one of us one day because it was so easy to trip on) and slammed his head into a footstool. Hottie swooped him up, calmly announced that there was blood, brought him to me and I said, “he needs stitches.”. We were loaded up in the car, our family of 4, within a few minutes with clothes and snacks packed for the kids. No one cried, no one yelled, no one got stressed… We all just went.

Bryson stopped crying and was back to smiling the minute we were in the car. He’s such a big kid! The ER got us right in and Bryson was very cooperative. He got some versed for the actual stitching process and was groggy for a couple of hours afterwards.

3 stitches, a big breakfast, and a mall nap later and he was back to thinking that life is grand and that he is invincible!

(I must note that Matthew was such a good boy all day! He was so concerned about his little brother and just rolled with the punches with patience and happiness!)