It was bound to happen, the biggest question is was when were the boys going to have to have stitches? Well, today was the day.

This morning before 8am, the boys were running around and chasing each other, as they usually do. My wife had been out late due to work and I was brushing my teeth and I hear baby A crying. Not thinking much of it, he comes in and puts his head on me and it was then I realized that he was bleeding. The crying came from him hitting his head on the chair.

I am fortunate, because of the company that I work for and some of the projects that I have been apart of, I have become close friends with many doctors and they always say, when you need something, text or call. Well, I needed something today, as I was pretty sure Baby A needed stitches. I got Baby B to daycare and was able to reach one of my friends and they got Baby A as the first patient of the day at the urgent care center.

What seemed like forever to was really only 5 minutes, but they got him back to the kids room and cleaned up and the Nurse Practitioner pulled us and said that he needed stitches. My heart sunk. He was ok, but still I hated to think that he was having to go through this, as I was 34 when I had stitches for the first  time and ironically in the very same room.

We waited about 30 minutes for the topical numbing medicine to work and then about 5 people came into the room and brought in a board to strap him down. My heart sunk. Tears started to form. As they strapped him down, so that he wouldn’t move around and get hurt, I had to walk away. I couldn’t watch them stitch him up, because it hurt seeing him in pain, even though he wasn’t in pain.  Honestly, he was stronger and braver than his mommy and myself.

A few minutes later, he was up and running around and digging his stitches. And let’s be honest, chicks dig scars! This will be just one of many trips to the doctors office or urgent care centers for stitches. Boys will be boys and accidents happen, I’m just so grateful that it was only 3 stitches as it could have been so much worse. But something that I’m realizing is that kids are stronger and handle things a lot better than we give them credit for.