Well, it’s finally happened. One of our babies has had stitches. This happened a couple weeks ago and I’m just getting up the courage to write about it now because, of course, this happened on my watch. Poor baby Kate fell down while running around the skateboard park and cracked her forehead in two. It was a perfectly clean, very deep cut right smack in the middle of her forehead. She was very brave and barely cried at all except for the few moments when she was getting poked with needles – our girl does NOT like needles. But before and after she was reasonably content and got a kick out of wearing bandaids on her forehead. She has a bit of a scar now that I’m hoping will fade soon because I feel so guilty every time I see that pink mark on her beautiful skin.
Rocking a Batman bandaid