porkchop & teanuts....

the time has come where i transition from surgical nurse to mother of a patient…..my sweet porkchop ~ a name he was very fondly given at pre-school ~ has to have surgery….

monday night after grant, ahem…porkchop, backed him self into a corner to poop his pants ~ yup, that’s my boy….we know we have to go but we’d rather hide and let it all out in our pull-up ~ i decided better than to let him sit in it till his father got home……oh, but man that was tempting :) ….as I am cleaning him up I notice his *peanuts* are swollen ~ well actually just one….

"oh, no…your peanuts are swollen!" was my response…..

god bless ‘em….so as I examine the inventory and check out what in the world is happening, grant starts giggling & laughing…

"my teanuts are swollen! Dat tickle my tally!!"….his response, over & over

again, yup that’s my boy!….well, he’s not in any pain at least so i put everything back in its place, slap on a diaper and resume our evening of laziness….

i make brett aware of the aforementioned situation when he gets home….

"his what are what?!?"

swollen, extra large, not.the.size.they.should.be!…yes, as a man I’m sure for a brief second something like, "whoa dude! way to go!" ran through brett’s head…..but as I explained in my most laymen’s non-medical terms possible….this ain’t cool!….

and it wasn’t…..after a trip to our pediatrician on tuesday we found out he has a right inguinal hernia (in his groin area) that has to be surgically repaired….the surgically repaired part is nothing new to me….it’s the nature of the beast, hernias do not repair themselves, will not heal on their own & have to be fixed due to several possible complications that i will not worry your sweet little heads about….we meet with the surgeon next thursday to schedule surgery….i, of course, will keep everyone posted as we know more….

and before you start feeling bad for little ol' porkchop let me just say…..right now he is JUST FINE…..as a matter of fact, he is as wide open as ever....kicked my butt all over that doctor's office!!….if he were an older man or adolescent boy this may bother him more. but for a two year old wildman, it’s gonna take more than a little hernia to keep him down…..though, there is this small, itty bitty, tiney tiny part of me that wished he would slow down, oh just a tad or two or three….

so, here I am transitioned from surgical nurse to parent of a patient….. answering questions, visiting doctors, filling out paperwork and before it is all over sitting in a waiting room being *patient* while my baby boy has surgery…..the worst part of this scenario…..i know too much, way too much….but hey, it’s a good thing too….i also know that this is very minor routine surgery and I have been reassured by a friend that grant will be in very good hands…..yup, but for that hour they won’t be my hands….and that is ok….he will be in the surgeon’s hands and His hands….