My pretty boy. He was so worried that you'd be able to see the stitches when you looked at his face.
Well, we made it 6.5 years with no stitches for the Summers' boys...until now. I think that's pretty impressive for 3 very rough and tough little boys!
Here's how it went down- I was at a doctor's appointment dealing with a dang complication from my c-section and my friend was watching the older two boys. Right before the doctor walked in, I got the phone call from my panicked friend, "Jake slipped in the pool and busted his chin open...he needs stitches!" I kindly apologized to the doctor and bolted as quickly as I could; I'm not one to panic, but my friend (who is a mother of 4) sounded panicked. Jake was panicked. Scratch that- Jake was hysterical.
I met my friend's hubby at the pediatrician's office and our awesome doctor stitched it right up. There was definitely some drama, though, from my Jake as he was being held down by 6 nurses, 1 doctor, and 1 mama. Luckily, no potty words came from his sweet little mouth, but he did say "GO AWAY YOU MONSTERS!" and "I'LL GIVE YOU ALL MY MONEY NOT TO DO THIS!" Hahaha! After he got the lidocaine, he calmed down and apologized to the doctors and nurses and even told the doctor, "you were right," which he thought was super cute. When it was all done (and we were all sweaty messes from holding my strong boy down), Jake said "that wasn't so bad." Ha! I told him to remember that the next time he has to get stitches or when his little brothers have to because this will NOT be our last time. Life with boys.


