Stitches in Mexico

Abby had 2 weeks off of school for something called Holy week. It is called Semana Santa and it is like Easter Week. Friday before she was to go back to school we thought we would take a relaxing day get away. We went to Zihautenejo and checked into Hotel Irma. We headed straight for the pool, and an hour later in our room we were all rinsing off and changing cloths. Abby was "looking" at the concrete shelves while standing on the bed (I think she was trying to climb into them from the bed). She fell and hit her chin and bottom lip on the concrete shelf. Jeff and I were in the bathroom when we heard the scream. I saw a little blood and immediately grabbed some tissues as Jeff caught 2 drops of blood (important because through it all she did not get blood on her pretty fairy dress) I covered it and did not want to look. I felt like I already knew how bad it was. She had cut a little more than a cm wide below her lip, but it was deep and gapping open. The top of her bottom lip was also bleeding and her chin had abrasions on it. I told Jeff she had to have stitches. Now remember we had all been swimming. Abby was the only one dressed, so we quickly threw cloths on everyone and Jeff went to ask where an urgency clinic was. Abby was still crying and did not want to go to a hospital. We loaded up and found a place by the grace of God and a nurse standing on a corner. We walked into URGENCIA where there was 4 chairs and a drunk man sitting in one of them. We waited 10 min. while a doctor and nurse were taking care of a man before us in this emergency ROOM...one room. They finished the patient and as he left they turned their attention to us. The doctor confirmed she needed a couple of stitches. Abby was still crying. Jeff was kind enough to let me stay with Abby as he went out and sat with the kids and the drunk man (and you all know he is gifted at talking to drunk people. He actually had a spiritual conversation with this guy). I promised Abby I would not leave and I would tell here everything. She seemed to really calm down. They had to do the lidocaine injections, so I said "they are going to put some medicine in your cut and it is going to sting". I left out the words injection or shot. The doctor told her to close her eyes. HA. Is there any child that would actually do that and keep them shut? I covered her eyes with my hand. He did a couple of injections and she cried a little but did not move. He waited and did a couple of more. We could tell it was numb because she didn't make a sound. He then cleaned her up with some soap then some iodine. She did great. Then he lay a sterile towel over her head with a hole open where he would be working on the stitches. I kept one hand on her forehead (under the towel) and held her hands with my other. He put in two stitches and her lip was already pretty swollen and it was in a U shape so it was hard to approximate. The second stitch seemed to kinda hurt her and she started crying. During the second stitch I was watching and feeling so sad for her. I found it difficult to hear all of the sudden, and realized I was getting woozy. The doctor finished, and We felt exhausted.
When we were finally leaving Abby said "It hurt worse to fall than to get the stitches", and in a strange way, that made us happy. On the way to the hospital Jeff had promised ice cream when it was over, so when we got in the car Abby said " Can I have ice cream now?" She got chocolate.
And after that there was no more pool or beach time, because she could not get it wet or sandy. Jeff and I decided that evening the next time we want a relaxing get away we will leave the kids with a babysitter.