She and Joseph were the only two who ever had stitches. She had her mishap in the doctor's office!! There was a climbing gym, and she fell down and hit her head. The location was fortuitous; didn't have to wait long to be seen by the doc! Joseph had learned how to get himself down the stairs, and once, he was on the next to the last one when he lost his balance, rolled off the bottom stair onto the slate floor and busted his chin. He yelled and screamed in the doctor's office only because we had to hold him down on the little papoose board. The nurses were funny, though. They thanked me, when they were done, for not getting mad at them for hurting their child. WHA? They actually would get screamed and cussed at by parents who didn't like that what the nurses did might have caused their kid some discomfort, when they weren't doing anything to the kid at all, except holding him tight so he wouldn't be a moving target for the doc doing the stitches!
*shakes head* Some folks.
I have a theory that youngest kids in a family are more likely to suffer serious injury than the oldest kids. I think it's because the older ones are often a contributing factor in the injury... I can remember a few accidents... the one involving my sister and the second bother and the golf club was a particularly interesting example.
We only had two broken bones ever. Not such a bad record, I guess. John fell out of a top bunk and fractured his arm slightly, and Teresa slipped on the bank of a creek a few years after I left home and broke her arm on a big rock since she had her arm out to brace herself. Ouch!