So I've decided Florida is cursed for us medically. Other than burning my hands in our first year of marriage, we have not had medical stuff other than baby stuff. Well, in May Luke went because he bit through his bottom lip (useless trip), end of June/beg of July was Mike's grand adventure, and now August was Michael's turn. He was wrapped up in a towel leaving the pool and tripped on the stairs resulting in 3 stitches on his chin. Awesome. Of course this happened at Mike's family reunion at Daytona Beach (future post after I get all the pictures collected!) Nothing like missing out on fun. Who's September? We're hoping the only hospital visit is to deliver a fully baked, ready to go baby.
They had a hard time keeping him still to get the shot and stitches in, but they managed. The doctor put in stitches and then dermabond on top so he could swim after 24 hours. Well after about 12 hours, not only was all the glue gone, so were 2 of the stitches. He would not stop picking at it. Despite all that, it's looking great.
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