Aw Ryan! It took 18 months before his first trip to the emergency room. Drew and Ryan were running in Grandma's house and Ryan tripped into a dining room chair. He gave himself a nice gash above his right eye. So Daddy and I brought him to the ER. Poor guy, needed 6 stitches and worse than that they had to hold him down to do it. Little Ryan was using all the energy he had to get off the table...so much so I had to hold his legs down while the nurses held his head.
When the plastic surgeon told us what to expect before he started he told us most parents decide to leave the room so they don't have to witness their child in such discomfort. No way! I told the doctor there was no way I was leaving. Absolutely not. Poor Ryan was about to be most scared than he has ever been, and I would leave him?? No sir.
So Ryes was looking fierce the next week with a black eye but was happy otherwise.
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