Stitches

So last week as I was preparing dinner, the twins were playing downstairs quietly, until...I heard crying, real crying ( my boys are great at faking it to get my attention). I went down to investigate and i see both boys sitting there, Emerson happy as can be, and Oliver is crying and there is a dark spot on his cheek. Upon closer look I realized it was blood. I then scooped him up and wiped the wound, at first it didn't look too bad, and then the gaping started and the cut opened to show its true colors. Thinking he would probably need stitches I then checked with my dad and neighbor, both agreed that stitches were on the agenda, and off my dad and I went to the instant care. We took Emerson with us, and were so grateful to our neighbors for keeping Eli ( it would of been chaos to bring all three!!!).
Luckily once we got to the instant care the wait was short and they got us in very quickly. At this point Oliver was pretty calm and wanting to get down and explore his new surroundings. Once we arrived in the room however, and the nurse confirmed our suspicions that he would need stitches, that is when the show began. We had to lay Oliver down on this board thing that had Velcro straps attached to it. Then we had to basically swaddle him in the wrap so that he couldn't move and the nurse had to hold his head. Talk about mad!! Oliver screamed and screamed at his restraints. I felt so bad for the little guy.
This was my first child with stitches, and I have a weak stomach for this sort of thing, and I got a little light headed, but I was able to make it through the short procedure. So after lots of screaming Oliver was sporting a new scar face look with two new stitches. He continued to let us know how unhappy he was all the way home. But after a bottle, snuggle and my good friend ibuprofen, he settled down and slept very well that night.
So now we fast forward 6 days and tonight we returned to the dreaded place ( instant care) and got the stitches removed. This time with grandma as our moral support. Thankfully they didn't wrap him up again, but I had to restrain him with grandma holding his legs. After a power struggle the nurse was able to get both stitches out and I think his face is going to heal up nicely. He also got his first sucker out of the deal ( thankfully I had one in my bag).
So as to how it happened I am not 100% sure, but I think he was trying to remove the DVDs from our shelf( which is a daily occurrence despite my best efforts to discourage such behavior) and misplaced his hand or something and he fell down hitting his cheek right below his right eye on the shelf. He is also sporting bl.ack eye too. Poor little guy.

Cool band aid (Cars) he got after the wound

Oliver enjoying his sucker