Surgery, again!?!?!?!?

This week has literally flown by - I've gotten very little done, yet everyone has clean underwear. I think I did the laundry while sleepwalking. Or tiny fairies did the housework last night.

I took bruiser to a surgeon on Thursday for a consultation. He's always had this little bump right below his chest, and every time I'd ask his doctors (we belong to a practice with different doctors) about it, they'd shrug, and say, oh - it's nothing! Then they would internally roll their eyes and think, sheesh, another overprotective mom.

Well, I took bruiser in to see one of the doctors two weeks ago for a nasty cough, and as an afterthought, showed this doctor (whom we only saw once before). She said, hmmmmmm, in the way only doctors can, and decided to send us to visit a ped surgeon as she thinks he has a small hernia (D.U.H.).

Two weeks later, we are at the surgeon's office, escorted into a room by a very nice medical assistant. She apologizes for the frigid air in the room, and starts examining bruiser, who had already hopped onto the exam table, spread himself out, and tucked his hands behind his head. He looked like he was ready for a massage. The truth is, my kids like to go to the doctor. I know this is weird. Partly to blame/thank is a very expensive otoscope (sp?) Gregg and I purchased a few years ago when the kids had a problem with ear wax and ear infections. My husband would check their ears and massage their ears a little to make the process more comfortable. So now when they go for check-ups, they lie down on the table and ask to have their ears checked.

The assistant checked bruiser's belly, found the bump, and asked if it hurt him. To my surprise, he said yes! The assistant scribbled all this info into his file, and told us THE DOCTOR would be in soon. She handed bruiser a Magnadoodle thingie, and he happily colored for the next 10 minutes. Soon THE DOCTOR came in, and exclaimed,"WOW, he's so mature!" Bruiser had remained in the same spot for the whole time we were waiting. I didn't know this made him mature, but what the hell!

TD examined bruiser again, who giggled every time TD touched him with his chilly fingers (I think it was -35 degrees in the room as my lips had a slight blue tinge) and confirmed the diagnosis of a hernia. He recommended minor surgery to repair it, assuring me that it was a day surgery and he'd be up and at em' the very next day! Ack. We could put the surgery off for a number of years, but it will be more painful as he grows. Oh, I hate the thought of them slicing his perfect little baby belly, but I don't want him to be in pain, so we talk about setting up a pre op appointment, and other details. Oh dear, I'm not ready for this, I can barely stand to drop him off at nursery school, and now this? So soon after I took my husband in for his Achilles repair?

Well, since things happen in 3's, as we know, I should now consider some kind of plastic surgery to round to round out the numbers. Just kidding.

At least I am getting a few "he's doing better" emails from my 5 yr old's kindergarten teacher.