
So Chase got to have his stitches taken out yesterday. He was pretty excited. He was so brave and didn't even cry this time. On the way home from the doctor's office, we had to stop by Gabe's house to show him the "no stitches" Chase (and also pick up Amelie). As I said in my last post, boys will be boys, and Chase certainly didn't let a cut to the head stop him from playing rough. I don't know how he did it, but he bumped his head AGAIN while playing and SPLIT open half of his cut. Aaagggghhhh!
I called his doctor immediately who told me to take him back to the ER for possibly more stitches. Aaaaggghhh! I pleaded with him not to make me go back to that dreadful place again and reluctantly, he said to come back to his office. It turns out Rick was home from work by this time and took over since he could see I was losing it. He took Chase back to the doctor who GLUED his wound SHUT!
Now we have a "no running, no jumping rule, no anything rough" rule, but seriously, try keeping a 3 year old from doing any of these things. It's pretty much impossible. The unfortunate thing is that the scar we were trying so careful to minimize will now be even bigger for the rest of his life! Of course he doesn't care now, but I know someday he will.
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