This summer has been a summer of unexpected doctor visits and today we add another to the list! When we were at my grandmas cleaning up Wynnie was headed inside when she fell and sliced her hand on the screen door. The cut was pretty deep and on the crease of her hand so I knew it would have a hard time healing on its own...so it was off to the doctors office and 3 stitches (and 3 lolly pops--one for each stitch) later Wynnie was back to having a smile on her face!
While we were at the doctors office Wynnie was having a hard time. She doesn't like to be in pain and she doesn't like needles (she gets that from her dad.) I was stroking her hair and trying to calm her down when they were putting in the stitches and we had this conversation:
Me: Wynnie I am so proud of you! You are being so brave!
Wynnie: I'm not brave at all, Mom...I'm crying
Me: Even brave people cry sometimes
Wynnie: Yeah, but I'm crying A LOT!
Me: Sometimes even brave people cry A LOT! (Like when they get the doctors bill for stitches!)