Friday, August 15, 2008
It was just a matter of time
Guess who got stitches yesterday? Yes, it finally happened, Bram got the long dreaded stitches in the chin. I have been waiting (not anxiously) for this day since he began walking 2 years and 4 months ago.
I guess the summer Olympics were an inspiration, because he jumped off the side of the pool but instead of his normal jump he decided to add a little twist to it. And his chin didn't make it all the way in the pool.
Hubby called freaked out from the golf cart, I got the car ready and we headed to the minor emergency clinic. Boy was the little guy a toughie!! He was awesome, cried the entire time they stitched him up but they didn't have to put him in one of those papooses or anything. They laid his little head in my lap and Daddy held his legs, no flailing or anything. 6 stitches. We all held it together pretty well actually. I thought I would faint or puke, I didn't do either. Just held my blond little baby and patted his curly head while they fixed him all up. Whew!
Funny thing did happen. While we were in the room waiting on the cute doctor, Bram farted. Hubby had gone to his truck to get gum for the little guy, so it was just Bram and I hanging out in the room. This wasn't the toot of a 3 year old. No ma'am. It was the toot of a 350 lb 55 year old man. It was a dead body rotting fart. You should of seen me flailing about trying to get rid of the stench. I had to, I would of FOR SURE of been blamed for that one. Sick.
Poor little guy. Obviously he had a busted chin and a rumbling tummy.