Busting right open!

Little Man's head, that is. He cracked his head on the coffee table today. It was awful. Blood was everywhere. He had to get 5 stitches on his forehead. Poor Buddy!!! He was so cute running around the urgent care, happy as can be, like he didn't have a huge gash on his head.

When the time came to actually get the stitches, I was a wuss and had to wait outside of the room. I was just so upset I thought it would make it worse having him see Mommy upset. Anyhow, they put him in a little purple hospital gown with little animals on it. They even put Thomas the Tank Engine on the tv to try to distract him. Then they wrapped him up in this papoose-like thing, that made him unable to move his arms (to mess with the doc). Then they put in the stitches. That was the part I stepped out for, but I did hear my baby screaming bloody murder. Ugh.

Once he got home, had some food, and got to play, he was happy as can be. He is such a trooper. Mommy, not so much. It was horrible and I never want to go through that again. I have to clean the sutures twice a day until Thursday, when they'll be taken out. I am really fearful that he'll have a big scar or something. Poor baby!

I'll post pics tomorrow once I take the band-aid off. Wahhhh!

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As for the coffee table, we are getting rid of it.

This is what I hope will happen to that wretched thing: