The cut was under her chin. I ended up having her lie down on the living room rug and straddled her so that my legs were pinning her arms to her side while my wife held her head still so I could inject the lidocaine.

She screamed and begged me to stop, pleading with me: “Daddy, please stop! Please! I’ll be good!” (That felt like a knife to the heart.)

It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. But once she was numb, we let her watch some YouTube clips and she lay perfectly still for me to put in the stitches. She’s still somewhat traumatized by the idea of needing stitches, but at least she still loves me. (Probably because we gave her some ice cream afterwards. 😉)