Ouch!

We had our first big OUCH! Ethan got stitches on Friday; 5 to be exact. He was playing tag with some friends and ran straight into a pole. Whoops!!!!

My poor baby was miserable! As soon as I got him from school we raced to the doctors office and got him fixed up. It was the worst thing that I've had to witness. He's old enough to talk and tell you exactly how everything feels and is not shy about doing so. When they numbed him I thought I was going to pass out. I was sweating like I had just finished a marathon. I can watch open heart surgeries on TV and not flinch. I've nursed some pretty gross injuries and no problem; but when it came to his cries and pain I couldn't help myself. I wanted to hug and kiss him to make it all better, punch the doctor for making him cry more, and chop the damn pole that got in his way in the first place! What is mother to do.....tell him your going to take him where ever he wants to go for lunch and get a big ice cream to make it all better.

When it was all said and done the stitches are fine, the pole is fine, and we all survived. He was worried if the kids at school would make fun of him or if he would be embarrassed to have stitches.....awww.....what a cutie......
We go this Friday to get them removed. Wish us luck and a no pain.