Yes, well, I guess they all have to start somewhere with the first war wounds. Max tripped over the log wall of the sandbox at daycare and split his lip wide open a few days after his birthday. Both Morten and I had our phones turned off, (duh...) so it was Anni that came and got him. She was all butterflies until she saw him sitting there eating soup with a hole in his lip. Still Max, thankfully!
But it did need to be stitched up. Morten was working at the hospital when they drove him up to the ER and he came tearing down in his white coat to help out. They (thankfully) insisted on using a plastic surgeon since lips are quite hard to sew, apparently. He got a little painkiller that worked pretty quick so when the surgeon asked him if he was getting sleepy, he told her "No. I have a pee-pee!" Congratulations, she replied.
It took 4 men, including Morten to hold him down, and that was not a lot of fun for daddy. "I'm done, daddy!", Max told Morten with tears in his eyes and I think Morten would have traded places with him right then. But then it was over, and he was just a little sore for a couple of days.
I didn't get a good picture of him right away so you can see how swollen it got (and for bragging rights..) but here he is sitting on his changing table (also dressed in the new sweater his great aunt knitted for him!) and there you can see his little stitches - all 3 of them.
But as you can see, we spoiled him a bit after and losend the reigns on what he should eat. Of course, he chose always Ice cream.... (sweets always numb the pain, right??)
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