One day, when you are older and the conversation comes up with your friends about stitches, you will laugh. When you are asked when you had stitches for the first time I want you to tell them, and see if you can do it with a straight face, that you walked into a sign.
Not just any sign…
a handicap parking sign.
Did you see that part where I said you walked. It wasn’t even a fast walk Gwenny. It was pretty darn leisurely, the key is that you weren’t watching where you were going. We had just come out of the movie theater after seeing Monsters University for your dad’s birthday. (awesome movie btw) Your brother pointed out how cool the “big letters” were on the building so as you were slowly walking to the car you looked up at them and smacked right into a reinforced sign post. I’m pretty sure when they reinforced the posts for those parking stalls they didn’t think they were protecting them from three year olds.
Daddy, JD and Magpie headed off to go get some dinner while you and I headed to the instacare. You cried all the way there, until we parked and you realized you could play with the toys in the doctors office. They decided your little cut needed a couple stitches. While waiting for the cream they put on to numb the skin the nurse brought you fruit snacks. Apparently corn syrup filled treats work like morphine on you. Soon you had all the nurses and the doctor laughing with you as you sang and danced around the room.
Even when they had you move to the procedure room and lay on the table the only complaint you had was that the light was too bright and you wanted a mask. The first stitch you said ow, but didn’t even really flinch. You did cry just a little during the second one, which made the nurse start to bribe you with toys, she said you could have one for each stitch.
After they were done you stood up and asked for a mirror. When I asked why you wanted a mirror you started laughing and told everyone you wanted to see if you looked like a pirate! After smiling at your reflection the nurses couldn’t stop giggling about how they haven’t ever had someone laughing so much after getting stitches. They didn’t even need a shot of novocaine to help numb it. They didn’t even give you tylenol, just those silly fruit snacks.
You grabbed the nurses hand and asked her where your toys were.
While walking down the hall I told you that you were one brave cookie to which you responded, “No mom. I was brave like a princess. Like the bravest princess, Merida.”
I love you my brave princess…. now if you can just stop picking at those stitches you might not have a horrible scar running through your eyebrow. Then again maybe that’s the look you are going for, wanting to look like a pirate and all. 🙂