It Finally Happened

I knew this day would come. And anyone who has spent any time with Thomas knows that's it's probably inevitable. What am I talking about? The day Thomas would need stitches. Yep... it happened. He was running around the house like he usually does. And somehow he tripped and fell. But he didn't land and hit anything particularly hard. It was the cushioned ottoman. The one thing in the living room that you would think would be harmless. Wrong. I guess he was running sooooo fast that it created enough force to lacerate his face right at the lip line. Blood gushed and I tried to find where and how many cuts there were. Thankfully John was able to take a look at him and confirm that stitches were needed. We found a plastic surgeon that could work him in and had worked on kids before. He also happened to be the father of a resident that trained with John in surgery. The wait at the office took a while but I'm sure it was shorter than going to the ER. Thomas did not act like he had been hurt at all. He thought it was great fun to climb and run while waiting to be seen. Unfortunately the surgeon did not have one of those papoose things to strap him down for the procedure. So, I ended up restraining him on me while the receptionist held his head in place. I should have had the nurse take a picture because I'm sure it looked funny. They gave him a shot to numb the area and then put in 2 stitches. The actual procedure was finished pretty quickly and the end result looks good. Poor little guy was exhausted afterwards, and I was pretty tired too. Needless to say, he went down for his nap very easily. The stitches will dissolve but we have to go back for a follow up in a couple of weeks. Hopefully we won't have to relive this anytime soon. But if we do we know where to go.

Here's a video of how energized Thomas was at the office. The world is truly his playground.