The Tiniest of Surgeries

 



Today you were brave Jacob.

You were more than brave, you were a Superhero!

You couldn't eat this morning when you woke-up,

but that didn't bother you too much.

You energized a little with a treat of apple juice and the bubble machine.

 You happily traveled in the car to the hospital with Mommy and Daddy.

You patiently waited while Mommy and Daddy talked to all the doctors and nurses that would be with you when we couldn't be.

You willingly went with the nurse that would help put you to sleep-

no crying for you but Mommy cried a little as worry began to settle in.

You pointed with your finger at the big doors that magically open and close

and off you went with your team of caring doctors.

 

We were escorted to wait for you in recovery.

75 very long minutes later - I got to hold you again!

You were so thirsty and drank a whole sippy cup of apple juice.

Again, you didn't cry my brave little boy,

but instead took a much needed nap in my arms.

You really woke-up in the car when you saw your big brother for the first time.

You finally got to eat a snack when we got home

 and you really caught up on your food at dinner tonight!

 

I kid now that you're only 12 months old and you've already had plastic surgery.

A tiny surgery to repair a build up of scar tissue...only a half inch incision. 

We hope that your little pinky heals correctly over the next two weeks so that your finger has the mobility that it should while you grow over the years ahead.

 

And yes, I still hate vacuum cleaners and we're pretty sure Jacob does too!