01/25/11 You are 2 years and 9 mos old.
Chipotle is infamous in this family. Last year, you walked out of the restaurant, tripped on the railing, fell down and busted your forehead open. I grabbed you and I knew it was bad. I turned you over and there was blood everywhere and you were bawling. I was mortified! We took you inside and laid you on one of the tables. All the workers were bringing rags, band aids, water and it made you cry harder. I think it scared you. It was obvious by looking at the cut that you were going to need stitches. Daddy carried you all the way home. It was not close. I was so upset. I was crying and I did not want you to see me. We walked all the way to Dr. Bower's house. He is a pediatrician who lives down the street. He looked at it and said, "Oh yea, he's going to need stitches." I was hoping he wouldn't say that, but I knew he would. We got in the car and headed to Children's Medical. You would not let anybody touch you. You were going crazy, which I knew you would. I knew how very difficult it was going to be. You are not so fond of doctors. They had to give you a drug to calm you down so they could bond the wound, which was the one humorous part of this story. You were sedated and acting almost drunk! It was precious. You are never that calm. When they came in to clean your wound and bond you up, I had to leave. I couldn't watch! Daddy stayed with you and held your hand. He said they had to put you in a straight jacket so that you would not move. My poor baby! Daddy said he felt terrible and that you were looking at him like "Get me out of here Daddy!" It was quick though and they gave you a rainbow popsicle at the end. I hated to see my baby hurting. It made Mommy so sad! Daddy was sad too! You were so tough and such a big boy.
October 10, 2010. You are 2 and a half years old. This was taken at the hospital.
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