Stiches...

I pride myself on the fact that Cole is a skilled climber and runner.  Ever since he was mobile at 6.5 months he has rarely fallen.  He learned to climb up stairs 3 days, yes 3 days, after he learned to crawl.  He learned how to climb down stairs on his belly at 7.5-8 months.  He learned to walk down stairs around 16 months and by 18 months he was walking/running down stairs without holding ANY railings.  He also been climbing anything that is shoulder level or lower since he was 13 months.  During all of his climbing adventures he has never taken a bad fall (knock in wood).  He's gotten hurt but nothing major.  So I figured when Cole got his first set of stitches it was going to be a major accident.  Boy, how I was wrong. 

Cole was running through the kitchen when he tripped.  There happened to be a wood step stool up against the wall that he fell into.  He hit the edge of the stool right above his right eye.  He let out a cry that made me rush to him.  I picked him up and hugged him for a few seconds.  I asked to look at it and low and behold there was a huge gash.  I called out to Brian that we needed to go the ER.  He loaded Cole in the car, bandaged his head and wished up good luck for the ER visit on a Saturday night.  By the time we got to ER Cole was his normal, happy, giggly self.  He thought the band aid on his head was funny, he chased the fish in the fish tank and waited like a good little boy.  

We got called back into a room where a not so nice nurse asked what happened, assessed the wound, cleaned the wound and agreed we needed stitches.  The doctor then came into the room and asked all of the same questions and made the same assessment.  They placed a numbing cream on his eye and we waited 45 minutes for the doctor.  The doctor came in and the nurse strapped Cole down.  They gave Cole lidocain (spelling??) to numb the cut even more and started with the stitches.  Cole was so brave.  He cried, who wouldn't, but he cried more out of being strapped down than anything else.  There was a volunteer who read stories to Cole to help keep his mind off what was actually happening.  

In the end Cole received 6 stitches, a trip to the toy treasure chest (he picked out a beach ball) and 3hrs in the ER.  The stitches have since been removed and it looks like he'll have minimum scaring.  

This is the best picture I have of his stitches.  A 2yr old really isn't one to sit still and let someone take a picture of his stitches