A sad day in Bubba-ville

Luke somehow got nicknamed Bubba. We can't really remember who first called him this, or even why, but it has officially stuck. Which is funny because you would think of a kid nicknamed Bubba as someone with a little meat on their bones, and that is definitely not Luke. Anyway, today was a sad day for little Bubba. He had his first major accident that required stitches. A tough day for anyone, but especially an active one year old. Here are a couple of pictures of the battle wound:


Anyone who has ever had stitches knows it hurts, and you have sit very still while the doctor is sewing you up. As you can imagine, we explained to Luke how he had to be very still while the doctor stuck him with a needle several times, and that it was in his best interest even though it was really going to hurt - not really. I was briefed by the doctor and nurse that this was going to be a horrible experience, probably more so for me because I wouldn't be able to do anything while my baby cried and was in pain. They even told me I could leave the room if I wanted, but if I stayed I had to sit because they didn't want me passing out. Nice pep talk. So they bring in this board with wide velcro straps (they called it a papoose, not kidding) and they strap Luke down so all he can wiggle are his toes. This did not go over well. I won't go in to detail about the rest, but it included large needles, lidocaine (for numbing), cleaning the wound, LOTS of screaming and crying, and of course the stitching. And for the record, no passing out. So it was a crazy day, which brings me to have to say...

We have great friends. When Luke cracked his head open, Andy was literally walking out the door to go to Chicago for the next couple of days, and I knew the stitches were going to be an all morning thing. So I called our friend Coley, and she showed up in less than 15 minutes and spent the morning with Ava. How great is that?! No questions asked and totally gave up her morning for us. I think we owe her ! :) And yesterday, our friend Kassie made a house call to give Andy a haircut before he left for Chicago. She only happens to be the best hairstylist in the cities (she works at Juut in Wayzata and is the BEST, if you want a great haircut, check her out:). And she was willing to come over on a Sunday afternoon and hang out with us, and then she cut and styled Ava's hair too! Check them out:

I also know there were many others praying for us while I was at the doctor with Luke, and there were so many people I could have called that would have come in a minute. We are truly blessed to have so many wonderful people in our lives, and we are thankful for each and every one of you. Let's just hope we don't have another sad day in Bubba-ville tomorrow! I am wiped out!