We had an interesting event happen this week. Abigail was over at a friend's house and their dad had given them some gummy spiders from Halloween to eat. He left the kitchen and the two girls decided they needed to cut their gummy spiders. Abigail's friend got a knife and successfully cut hers. She gave the knife to Abigail, who successfully cut her thumb.
I was at home sewing, when the girl's dad walked in, carrying a screaming Abigail. She kept screaming, "I don't want to go to the doctor, I don't want to go to the doctor!"
I didn't quite know what to do. I haven't had a cut that needed stitches, and haven't been responsible for anyone who has needed stitches. After a minute, I calmed down and called Abigail's doctor. They said the doctor could stitch it up for us. I took Abigail, kicking and screaming, to his office. She wasn't distressed at all about cutting her thumb, but about the doctor. She thought he was going to cut her thumb off.
I was able to get her calmed down by the time we got to the doctor, but everytime she thought about the doctor, she'd start crying again. The doctor came in, looked at the thumb, and told her he'd need to do some sewing. After he left, she turned to me looking very concerned, and said, "Is he going to use a sewing machine?"
She was brave and strong as she got the shots to numb her thumb and did great as he gave her three stitches.
All in all, it was a learning experience. Abigail knows not to use sharp knives and that doctors are nice and won't cut your thumb off.
