It only took 6 years . . .

Tonight at dinner Kolby leaned back on the stool he was sitting on and it tipped backwards and he fell and hit the back of his head on the corner of the dining room doorway. He cut his head open and I took him into an urgent care for stitches. They put some numbing cream on the cut, snipped just a little bit of his hair off around the cut, then gave him four stitches (when he saw it, Michael said afterwards that he could have stitched it up better – if only he’d had the materials to do so at home – at least he can save us a trip and remove the stitches next week). Kolby was so tough, though. The nice thing about the numbing cream is that he didn’t have to get poked with a needle, but I guess it doesn’t last nearly as long with the cream. So by the last stitch Kolby moved his legs a bit and I heard him take in a few sharp breaths. Then when he sat up afterwards he had a couple of tears on his cheeks, but he hadn’t made a noise the entire time they were stitching him up. He told me on the drive home that it didn’t hurt anymore, so that’s good. Now he just has to keep it dry for 24 hours and then Michael can remove the stitches in about 7 days. I’m just surprised that with 5 very active little boys who enjoy to climb, jump, and roughhouse, it’s taken us 6 years before any of them had to get stitches.