So today my little guy had his fourth surgery since May. And technically, he’s just 19 months old.
He’s had someone poke a hole in his tear duct, he’s had two sets of tubes in his ears, and he’s had someone fix a portion of his, ahem, “manhood”. It’s been a rough 2010 for him, but here’s hoping we’re through with anesthesiologists for a while.
Most of these procedures have been very simple, but the hardest parts are the before – when he rather knows something is amiss – and then the aftermath when he’s coming off the anesthetic. He’s disoriented, he’s hungry, and frankly, just generally pissed off.
But he’s a trooper, this kid. An hour post-op, he was having breakfast at a local diner, shoving sausages, pancakes, eggs, and toast into his mouth while flirting with the waitress. That’s my boy, Ike.