This morning I was at the swap meet with a friend from work working on some centerpieces for the upcoming retirement dinner.
Meanwhile, the kids were with my mom.
Kassidy fell down and put a nice gash in her forehead.
It would not stop seeping blood.
We went to urgent care.
Two hours later we are finally seen. (That is a lot if "I Spy" and making of airplanes with their business cards. BTW there is no urgency from anyone working at urgent care.)
Three people check her out. She closes her eyes with such seriousness and patience while they shine the bright light at her. The verdict - stiches.
Hardest part they say is the numbing shots. It's so painful she is screaming and can't stop.
Guy leaves to let it kick in, she calms down, but knows better when he comes back in. She has seen enough of this guy.
She screams the whole time she gets stitches, "Let me go," and "Kassidy all done." She can't feel anything, but knows what happened the last time the guy was working on her forehead. All she wants is for mommy to hold her, but I have to hold her down. Broke my heart.
When it was all done, all she had to say was "Konner's turn." Not this time, baby girl we explain. (Every time we have gone to the doctor, they always do it together.)
She now has three stitches and is officially the first of the Fox kids to need them.