Stitches – 6/3/11

It is only 8am but my superhero is off at urgent care with my youngest, chances are, they are going to come home with a new stitch or 2. I think I am getting better with this whole blood thing, although there really was not that much today. I managed to make it through the first 2 without any stitches, the 3rd has had them a couple of times and now my baby....

Not a shining parenting moment as my superhero and I were in bed and the baby, unknown to us, went into the oldest' room to wake him. There is a lock on his door to stop instances such as this however, it does not work too well if the lock, is not actually locked. My oldest sleeps in a loft bed... a very high loft bed and my baby, who has monkey in his blood, started to scale the ladder. I am unclear what unfolded other than he fell and hit the dresser. He has a large gash on the back of his head and one on the top and we cannot figure out exactly how he may have bounced in order to receive both gashes. Tears were minimal but he was a lovely shade of white.

There are signs that I am no longer in the "first time parent" stage! Firstly, I did not freak out, even when my superhero questioned why it was his job to deal with stitches. I was actually very calm when I explained to him that there was really no explanation, it was just his job. Maybe it was the tone and inflection of my voice but he did not question that...   The second sign is that I actually rejoiced that it happened at 7:30, as urgent care does not open until 8... this means that if my superhero is quick and pushy enough, he will get to the front of the line and not have to wait hours. This is a small victory and it actually made me happy.  The 3rd sign and most noticeable is the fact that even after the fact, I am not crying. This is a huge improvement to our other "stitch adventures".  I, in the past, would be hysterically calling my mom and sobbing... because in some alternate world, this helps. Maybe it is because I know that she would not be terribly happy to have me wake her this early on a Sunday morning, just so she could listen to my hysterics.... I don't know, but whatever it is, I am calm, cool and collected... I will take it!!

My youngest is a bit of a tiger, if he ends up needing stitches it may be a bit of an adventure for my superhero....  oh well, Superheroes live for adventure!!!