Two years ago yesterday, we were in the emergency room with Luke. He had to get two stitches in his forehead after hitting it while playing with Adam.

Today, I was in the emergency room with poor Maggie. She was running, tripped, and fell into one of our wooden dining room chairs. She ended up with a cut, about an inch long, right along her eyebrow.

Maggie was fast asleep when they came in to do the stitches. They wrapped her so that her arms were behind her back and then put her in a papoose-type contraption. Her upper and lower body were both strapped down with velcro straps. Even with all that, it still took me and two other adults to hold her down so that the physician’s assistant could stitch her up.

Let me tell you, Maggie is STRONG. She managed to free her legs twice and almost got her left hand out. She was one ticked off little lady, about 20 pounds of pure anger. I felt horrible. I just wanted to scoop her up and hold her, but it was really important that she stay as still as possible.

I didn’t realize how deep it was until they started to stitch it up. They ended up having to do two layers of stitches. I don’t know how many they put inside the gash (I couldn’t watch while they did it and didn’t think to ask afterwards). She has nine stitches on the outside though.

And they’re not slowing her down at all. As soon as we got home she was climbing on the furniture, chasing after her brothers, and running around the house. We’ll see how she’s feeling in the morning.