It was bound to happen

Today Lucy got her first stitches, 2 to be exact. She thought it would be a good idea to try to stand up on one of her riding toys that has wheels and she of course fell and busted her chin open. The same spot I myself busted open at least three times when I was a kid and Marnie also busted open when she was six. Seems a right of passage for childhood.

Lucy was a trooper. She cried when it happened and then freaked a bit when she saw the blood, but she calmed down pretty fast. Once we reached the hospital emergency room I expected her to have another melt down, but nope she was as calm as she could be. She didn't cry not once. She was restless and wanted to move around and go home, but other than that she was a brave girl.

The key with her is to tell her what is going to happen and what they are going to do to her. It seems as long as she knows what to expect she can manage. She is a brave girl!