Girls will be Boys

After I had my boy, I wondered who would be the first to make a visit to the emergency department because of some silly stunt or pushing of physical boundaries.

Little did I know, our little girl would be channeling her daddy.

At three years old, daddy tripped and fell on a cannon while visiting the Military Academy-West Point. It earned him several stitches on the forehead.

Fast forward many years later...

She earned herself 3 stitches for not listening to mommy or daddy about not climbing on furniture and jumping off it. In her case, we believe she landed on a Duplo Lego block as they were the only hard pointed surface scattered all over the floor.

Eliza was a trooper for most of it, even letting them clean the wound 3 separate times for assessing the severity and topical numbing. Because of the sensitive cosmetic nature of the wound, using Dermabond would not work since the cut was shaped like the inner position of a Mercedes Benz logo.

Things were all fine and dandy until the Lidocaine was injected as the nursing assistant and I helped restrain her. Through out the sewing of sutures, I had to keep reminding her about how I would sew with thread to close up fabric pieces.  

At least we left in good spirits when she received a plush bunny wearing a purple dress. Now the next question is...will they let them take the sutures out next week?!

The life of a parent is NEVER dull....