8 stitches later

We had our first experience with stitches yesterday. Cora was dancing in the living room with her baby doll, lost her balance, and fell into the bookcase. I think she must have hit one of the hinges on the lower cabinet part of the bookcase/entertainment center. She cut her eye just above her eyebrow. When it first happened, she was screaming and crying. I went over to her to check it out and when I saw the blood streaming down her face, I was like - uh,oh, this may be more than I can take care of here at home. So, of course, I called my mom to come up RIGHT NOW. Since it was around 1:45, I called Craig to see if he could come home to check it out. She wasn't crying with it or anything, but I felt like it would need stitches. Craig came home with the boys. They ran in to check on Cora. They were so worried about her which really melted my heart. Ben took one look at it and declared, "Oh, you are definitely gonna have to go to the doctor for that." Thank you, Dr. Ben. Tate let us know that he was NOT going to watch her get stitches (he is soooo squimish).

Before

So, we took her to Children's Healthcare satellite center off of Mansell. They were fabulous. We were only there a few minutes when they checked it out and declared stitches were in order. She was super calm and cooperative (I had said a little prayer before we went in - Lord, please let her be cooperative!). It worked! Cora is known to have a bit of a fiesty streak so you just never know what you will get.

After the area surrounding the cut was numb, we went back for the stitches. She was talking to the nurse and telling her "I'm not scared of nothin'" (we need to work on those double negatives!) They wrapped her up in a "burrito" to restrain her arms and legs which wasn't very pleasing to Cora but she was a trooper. She did a fantastic job! No sedation, only the numbing creme on the actual injury. She had to have 8 stitches and didn't cry until about the 5th stitch (which was a really painful one). We saw a little of that fiestiness come out when the nurse asked her to sing her ABC's or 123's and Cora firmly snapped at her, "NO!"

As soon as that last stitch was finished, they unwrapped her and she jumped in our arms, and she was completely fine! No crying, sniffling, nothing. We were so very pleased. They let her choose a toy from the prize box and gave her a grape popsicle.

After

We then took her to Build-a-Bear for a consolation prize...she picked out a bunny. The exact same bunny she already has. EXACTLY the SAME. She even named it the same name...LUCY.
We also went to the Cookie Co. because we ALL needed a cookie. Then, the little dare devil wanted to go to the little inside playground to climb all over it. We went for a few minutes where I was a nervous wreck thinking that she would re-injure herself.

Last but not least, all of this trauma led to our decision to pick up some food on our way home and not mess with cooking supper. A little Chick-Fil-A always makes the day better!