Our sweet boy had to have a little surgery yesterday. He was misdiagnosed as a baby and at 3 years old, they found out he had a hernia, not an elevated blood vessell. (the good kind the doctor said....) Wyatt wasn't too thrilled with having to wear the gown they gave him, but Daddy offered him a $1 and life was good and he stopped trying to rip it off.
It ended up being much bigger than they thought and he has 8 stitches inside and just a small "boo boo" on the outside. He did absolutely great and Mommy only melted down twice. I got to go back when he was still in recovery because he was crying pretty hard, but as soon as I whispered in his ear that I was there, he fell back to sleep. When he finally woke up, he was talking normally and just looked half asleep. Once the "la la" drugs wore off, he was back to his normal self and to this moment, has not complained once. I did offer him tylenol last night and he said "will that make me feel better Mommy?".
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