Cyrus took a pretty nasty spill yesterday, leaving a one inch gash right above his left eye. The gash was pretty deep, so Tony and I rushed him to the ER to have things checked out. Poor kid – he ended up having to get four stitches to the head. I was pretty shaken from the whole event. Thank goodness it wasn’t anything worse. The doctor on call who sutured Cyrus’ laceration was a parent himself. He reassured us that these sorts of things happen to the best of parents, and that we shouldn’t beat ourselves up about it. Before Cyrus received his stitches, the doctor and his assistant had to swaddle Cyrus and then wrap him up in a papoose board to prevent him from struggling during the operation. I actually had to step out of the room because I couldn’t bear to see my boy in pain. Sigh. My poor baby. He’s a trooper though. It’s been a full day since the operation, and I think he’s back to his normal self. Granted, he looks like a mini-Frankenstein now, but he’s still adorable to me.