Brody is our dare devil and Jett isn't a chicken but is a bit more cautious yet he seems to be the one always getting injured. I still don't know exactly what happened but what I can gather from his injury and from Brody's rendition of what happened I believe Jett fell or maybe was pushed from our slide in the playroom and he hit his head on the outside of the toy shelves. Sadly I was doing dishes and didn't see it and didn't believe he was really hurt until he made his way over to me with blood pouring down his face. To my surprise he actually quit crying rather quick and we snuggled on the couch until Dave was able to come home to keep Brody while I took him to get stitches. Luckily one of the perks of working in the OR is I get to know many of the surgeons and was able to text a plastic surgeon friend who agreed to stitch him up in his office that night.
When we arrived at his office we had to strap poor little Jett down and I held his head still while Joe numbed and stitched up his head. I felt so bad holding him down but to my surprise he didn't really cry a cry of fear or hurt but he was pissed. He recovered pretty quick and even said "dank you," when he was all finished.
I am SO happy with his scar and not that I ever doubted Joe but just two weeks out it looks amazing!!
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