Calder, who absolutely adores his brother, always calls for him to come give him a kiss. Lincoln always obliges.
It was dark in Calder's room, but Lincoln was able to kiss Calder and as he left he ran head first into the edge of the open door.
Blood poured down the side of his face as he squealed in anguish. At very first sight it was obvious he needed stitches. Once we got the blood to stop, we took Calder to our kindhearted neighbors and off we went to the Sugarhouse Kids Care.
There was absolutely no one at the Kids Care last night. We may have been the only ones there. The nurse came out and put a numbing jell on his forehead and some plastic over it. (As seen on the below left.) Thank goodness the days of shots to numb the area seem to be a thing of the past.
Lincoln seemed very groggy, but very brave through the entire process. It takes 20 minutes for the gel to start working and soon enough the nurse came out to get us.
The Pediatrician was very kind and she asked Lincoln lots of questions to keep his mind off the sewing of the wound. He held his mom's hand firmly as in and out the stitches went. He did not make a single grimace or whimper during the entire procedure. Amazingly enough, we were in and out of there in under an hour.
Cathi encouraged me to take a few pictures of the action but I refused. Snapping a few snapshots while a tiny needle travels in and out of my son's cracked forehead was not something I wanted to bother the doctor with. I did, however, ask the doctor to put her fingerprints in Lincoln's scrapbook along with her autograph. We also invited her over for cookies and milk. Got to keep memories of everything!
Unfortunately, Lincoln had to get blue stitches as they were the standard. We asked for red but red was not an option. Stupid BYU fans are everywhere.
As we pulled back into the driveway, Lincoln was nearly asleep. I went across the street to get Calder and he was very anxious to see how his brother is doing. He burst through the front door looking for Lincoln while yelling "LINKY OK? LINKY OK?" If that was not a standard "ahh" moment from a cheesy sitcom, I don't know what is.
Finally, I tucked Lincoln into bed and we both had a hearty laugh when I said, "It seems like we already did this once tonight." It was certainly the most action Lincoln had ever seen after he had already been tucked into bed once.
Lincoln was a little nervous on our drive to get the stitches. I couldn't promise him that it wasn't going to hurt as both times I have had stitches it hurt like heck. I told him on the way, that I had received stitches in my head when I was in Kindergarten. What I didn't tell him was that they couldn't hold me still, so they were forced to strap me to a gurney and place a towel over my head while I screamed "GET ME OUT OF THIS TRAP! GET ME OUT OF THIS TRAP!" I did, however, tell him the rest of the story on our way home. I think he thought I was a pansy.
Only one week until he gets all 5 of them out.