Our First Stitches...


Jellybean took a leap off of our bay window ledge yesterday and miscalculated her landing. (Actually, I doubt she did any calculating at all, but that's neither here nor there in light of the final outcome.) She landed forehead first into the arm of a glider rocker causing her mother a fit of nausea (which I controlled, thank you very much) and much hustle-bustle about the household.

In 13 years of motherhood, this is the first time I have ever had a child to the ER for stitches. We've had some close calls and interesting scars but those don't really count. This was the real thing. The guesswork was taken out of the equation for me with the appearance of bone. Even I, of so little experience, know that this is an indication of the need for stronger-than-band-aid repair.

The Chief has talked for years about how cool he thinks Dermabond is (liquid sutures; basically super glue for the skin) and now he had the opportunity to have it used on his offspring. Easy, easy. No tears. All we need to do now is keep her from picking at it (You don't want to have to go back to the doctor, do you?) or banging her head again.

The Chief did take lots of before and after photos on his phone but I will refrain from putting them up here. You're welcome.

Lots of ways to be grateful here. So many different possible outcomes. The kids and I reviewed them yesterday while she was at the hospital and clearly saw what a blessing that small ding was.

"In the order of divinity, there is nothing accidental; there is never a collision of blind forces, hurting us, at random. There is, instead, the meeting of a divine will and a human will that has a perfect trust that ultimate good is meant for it, although it may not understand how until eternity. Every human being is, in point of fact, like a baby in the arms of its loving mother, who sometimes administers medicine."
~ Fulton J. Sheen, Lift Up Your Heart
Posted on March 24, 2011 .