17 month old boys should be exempt from any sort of surgery. It is hell. Because there's a lot of expensive stuff in those surgery centers, and if they aren't sick they are running at full speed. So you hold him down with one hand, and then completely ditch the idea of the camera. And then comes the Happy Juice.
Tuesday, Porkchop had new tubes put in. It is a minor procedure, but he has to have general anesthesia and be hungry most of the day. It was really no big deal. I even had Husband stay with Scrunch and I just took him down by myself. The worst part of the whole day was the "MEEEE EAT!!!!" tantrum that he threw in pre-op. Oh, Heavens! I thought I had an active girl, and then I had an active boy.
There is a part of me that kind of likes these little check-ins with our team of doctors and nurses. They ooh and ahh over how big he's getting, how well he's doing. And then there's Dr. S. He always tells me what a good mom I am, and pats my arm and asks me if I'm okay. He is a gifted surgeon, and I love him.
On a scale of 0-10 of things that can go wrong with a kid, a cleft lip and palate ranks rather low here in the U.S. But it's kind of nice every once in a while to check in with the folks who know just how hard we've worked and how far we've come. They know we still have the worst surgeries ahead of us, so they keep us happy and are super nice. Because we'll be back.
I got a little bristly with the picture taking chick at Picture Day last week when she asked me if I wanted Porkchop's scars Photoshopped out. Um, no. Honey, we've earned these.
1 comment:
Wow, can't believe someone actually asked if you wanted his scar photo shopped. I can't even find the words for that.
He is definately a trooper!!
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