Yesterday I was out visiting teaching, and received a call on my cell phone from the school nurse. I just knew it was about Fluffy--he had been coughing a lot that morning and I had debated whether or not he should go to school. It was about Fluffy, but evidently he had fallen during PE and gotten cut near his eye! My VT companion is a nurse and has 7 children (therefore much experience with cuts and bruises), and it was a blessing to have her be able to advise me. In her experience the "glue" doesn't heal as cleanly as stitches, but she bemoaned the fact that often doctors prefer to glue nowadays for the smaller cuts. So when the doctor gave me the choice of glue or two stitches, I chose the stitches.
Fluffy was so amazing! He didn't cry at all except when they were injecting the anesthetic. I held his hand and we played our special hand-squeezing game. When the doctor started the actual stitching, he said, "That feels cool!" The doctor laughed and said, "Well, that's good!" :)
In our family, we have a tradition that whenever a needle is involved, ice cream will be involved. So when we came home, Fluffy got a big bowl of ice cream as a trophy for his bravery!
P.S. The night before we had seen an severe emotional crisis when trying to get Fluffy to take cough medicine before going to bed. So I asked him yesterday which was worse, the stitches or taking cough medicine. Any guesses what he said?
P.P.S. This morning I took him late to school after letting him sleep in. (I know I baby my boys.) He really wanted me to walk all the way to class with him, but I told him I couldn't because Hummer was waiting in the car. I was amazed when he calmly said, "okay", and gave me a hug, then walked to class! My Fluffy is growing up! sniff sniff.