This weekend our son had his first experience with getting stitches. He slipped in the bathtub on Sunday morning, and he needed four sutures under his chin as a result. Thankfully we had a fairly empty emergency room and while we were there for about two and a half hours, it could have been much worse I'm sure.
The doctor and nurses were very sweet to him, and they "wrapped him up like a burrito" before they began the procedure. Our son actually climbed onto the table himself and let them do the wrapping without a single complaint. The doctor gave him the shot of pain killer around the cut, and he didn't even flinch. While the doctor sewed, our little guy talked to them about his favorite cartoon characters. My husband and I just stood there, shocked, and looked on.
Personally, I am a big baby. I ask for the small needle when I get blood drawn, and even then I hyperventilate a little before that first pin prick. I have to be sedated before dental procedures, and one of the best days of my life was when I discovered the flu "mist."
To recap, the little guy has no fear in the doctor's office. Honestly, he cried for about two minutes when the accident actually happened, so the whole event wasn't a big deal for him. Let's broaden the scope a little, though. Since we've moved into our new place, we've had a problem with spiders wanting to nest on the back porch. They worry me, and he thinks they're pretty cool. He isn't afraid to talk to strangers, and he will climb just about anything. We live on the edge of a heart attack every day, but the child could have a "No Fear" shirt made in his honor.
So, then, what baffles me is this: He is afraid of sharks. Not in the ocean, mind you, but in our new house. He says that we have sharks here. We don't even live close to a lake. He insists that the lights stay on as he sleeps at night because of them. The other day we were having a discussion about going to the potty, and visibly disturbed, he told me that he didn't want to go to the potty because he was afraid. There are sharks in the potty.
Hmmm--Is there a spray for that?
Have a great Tuesday, and best wishes to those of you sending your little ones to school this week!