When Sweet Pea was born, he had a small hole in where his belly button didn't close up all the way after the cord was cut. So... we've waited and waited for him to be closer to age 5 (recommended age for the surgery as it can separate again if you do it too early) so he could have surgery for his umbilical hernia. Yesterday, was the day. For several weeks, we've been talking to him about the surgery and watching him grow in excitement that his belly button was finally getting fixed. Monkey got her heart fixed, now Sweet Pea gets his belly button fixed. He felt special.
Even yesterday morning at oh dark early in the morning (4:30), we woke up and shortly after he was awake as we went in to get him, saying, "Hi Daddy!" in a most cheerful voice. Wow! His excitement started to wear a little out as once we checked in, the idea of it all started looming on him. He knew a friend had hers done earlier in the summer, but that knowledge didn't seem to help.
We finally got called back and he had to change out of his PJs and into the hospital PJs. He did NOT want to do that, but finally agreed. He looked so cute in them!
Many doctors, nurses, anesthesiologists and every other person in the hospital, it seemed, came in to talk to him and us and check things out. Sweet Pea's nerves started to get a little more and a little more noticeable. He was still is pretty good spirits though. After decided on a Strawberry flavored mask, a countdown story about space and wanting to go really fast on the bed, down the hall, he was off.
Thirty minutes later, he was done! Coming out of the anesthesia was not so easy. As to be expected by many kids, he was confused, disoriented, irritable. You name it! First, they asked if he wanted something, so he got some apple juice and drank that. Then, they were going to give him a popsicle and he asked for grape. Nope! Sorry! Only orange. That was not the right answer! He ended up eating it, but not very happily. Also, I had to turn my head and laugh when it took eons for us to get a shirt on him to leave. He would not wear his long sleeve, he would not wear the robot (I brought the wrong robot one), he would not wear Buzz, he would not wear a sheet, he would not wear a blanket... I'm beginning to feel like Dr. Seuss in Green Eggs and Ham (I would not, could not eat in a car, in a boat, on a train, with a fox, etc). Finally? The Hubster carried all of our stuff, and I carried him all the way out to the car, in my arms... shirtless. I'm sure we were a sight! Him, off and on crying. Me huffing and puffing carrying the dead weight of my 40 lb, child (which seems silly since in Crossfit, I've lifted more than three times that!), and the Hubster with all the bags.
Sweet Pea was really disturbed about the orange soap they used on his belly. It would not come off, and he would look at it and just burst into tears. Now? He won't let me even try to get it off. Tomorrow though. Tomorrow, it is getting washed off!
He's doing a lot better now and is relaxing, not running around yet (mean mommy won't let him yet), but wants to walk around a bit and is getting his fun personality and creative side back.
Not to be outdone by her brother... Monkey decided she liked pink better.
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