This is my poor little boy, Twin1, with three tiny stitches just above his upper lip.
The stitches look minute…but just imagine the doctor’s curved needle pierce the tender, sensitive flesh, piercing him two times per stitch — once for the entry wound, then a second time for the exit.
Imagine the thread being pulled through his sore mouth.
Imagine the pressure as the doctor makes the knot.
Then imagine Twin1 having had to go through that process two more times, as he struggled and screamed and cried, a blanket wound tightly around him to restrain his arms and legs, a blindfold covering his eyes, two people holding him down as the doctor did what she had to do.
There is nothing more heart-breaking than the sight — or even the mere thought — of your child going through so much pain and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it but to hold him in your arms…
Click on the thumbnails for a closer view of the stitches. Not for the squeamish or faint-hearted…