Joshua v. The End Table

In this corner, weighing in at 36 lbs, Joshua.... Andrew... MAPLE!!! (Crowd goes wild!).

In this corner, weighing in at... well, I don't know because I've never weighed an end table... *deep grumbly voice* The End Table (Boo! Hiss!).

We knew the day would come. It was only a matter of time. Joshua ended up in urgent care last night after a run-in with the end table. He was spinning around in the living room after his bath, right before bed, and said in a playful voice "Oh no, I'm going to crash!", but then actually lost his footing and slammed eyebrow first into the edge of the end table, giving himself a nice 3/4 inch cut. After we got the bleeding to stop, we took a good look at it and decided he had done a good enough job to need some stitches. We found the Phoenix Children's Hospital Urgent Care in East Mesa that would be able to patch him up. So after getting him dressed in his jammies, we headed out.

I had no idea what to expect from him. I would imagine the thought of stitches would be pretty scary, so I allowed him to live in blissful ignorance for the most part, only telling him that the doctor was going to come in and use a special tool to fix his boo boo. He got a nice dose of numbing medicine, and then it was time for the big show. They washed it out with a high pressure syringe with cold water, which he was very much not pleased about. He cried, but didn't fight it. When it was time for stitches, the doctor had me hold him with my arms and legs to help keep him still. He did a fantastic job staying completely still, and after a few minutes, he fell asleep, and slept through his last 3 stitches. He did so awesome. So when it was all said and done, he walked away with 4 stitches, a stuffed cheetah, a Kung Foo Panda Book and a red popsicle. We finally got back home around 11:00. What a night! But we were thankful that it was "just a flesh wound".