Well, one of my long-time goals has not been reached. Just 6 short days from her birthday, my baby had to get stitches. Whenever she is playing and being rough and tumbly, I always jokingly say, "Caroline, no stitches until you're two!"
Caroline picked up one of Molly's glass bowls when we were out at Grammy's (or is it Mimi?) house, and she dropped it on the tile floor. It broke into a million little pieces, and I instantly saw blood. By the time I could get a good look, there was so much blood, I couldn't really see anything.
So, we loaded up the car and headed to Children's Close-to-Home. Again. Of course, Caroline was crying, and I asked her if she wanted music, and she said yes. Ironically, when we turned on the radio, "Keep Bleeding" by Leona Lewis was playing. It was slightly funny.
Once we got checked in and triaged, Caroline had to get x-rays to make sure there wasn't any glass remaining in her hand. In her words, "hand say cheese."
You can see the injury if you really know where you're looking. Look at the bottom of her pointer finger where it meets her hand. When she was cleared, they came to stitch her up. She did *really* well. She cried, but she was really still. The whole time she was announcing, "I'm done. I'm done." Six stitches and a pink popsicle later, we were done and headed home!
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Then, we moved into the big pool, and the girl-with-no-fear, had no problem jumping right in, and wanted to do everything herself.
