I left for Jakarta Monday night. And, upon landing in Cengkareng airport, the first SMS that I got was from Lola, who informed me that Twin1 got a nasty cut on his upper lip that required three stitches!!! Apparently, the twins were jumping on the bed, they bumped into each other and somehow Twin1 fell and hit the nearby TV cabinet.
Why do these things always happen when I’m away? The last time I was in Jakarta, the first SMS that I got was also from Lola, who told me that Twin1 had a small fall in playschool which got everyone worried because he couldn’t move his elbow the whole afternoon. Thankfully, it turned out to be nothing serious…
This time, however, it is a major cause for worry! Three stitches! On a toddler’s mouth! I can’t even begin to imagine how the doctor managed to do her job, with Twin1 kicking and screaming the whole time!
I could hardly concentrate on what I had to do in Jakarta. And I couldn’t rest until I saw for myself how Twin1 is when I got home last night. Well, okay, technically, this morning, since it was almost 2 am. Our flight was delayed for three hours — one long hour for each tiny stitch on my little boy’s mouth :(
Twin1 seems to be back to his normal active, happy self this morning, although, if you ask him about his mouth, he’ll point at it and say “Sakit!” (painful, both in Malay and Tagalog/Cebuano).
I just hope there wouldn’t be any nasty scar once the stitches come off in two to three days’ time. But should there be one, it will definitely take away the fun out of guessing which twin is which in the future! :P
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