At the first surgery, the last thing Tree said to me before he went under was, “Please, take care of my baby.” Very cute.
But yesterday was a little different.
Tree’s conversation with the surgery nurse right before the anesthesiologist put him under for his second ear surgery:
Nurse: Wow, what are you doing back here so soon?
Tree: I told you I’d be coming back in a week to have surgery on the other ear.
Nurse: Well, I didn’t believe you! That’s got to be a first for this hospital. We’ll have to put you in our record book!
Tree: What…. was.. the record… before?
Nurse: 4 weeks.
Tree: Can I… see the… record book?
Nurse: Oh I’m sorry, we don’t actually have a real record book.
Tree: You’re……….. a………… liar!
And the first thing he said both times while being wheeled into the recovery room? “I’m ready. Let’s go.”
The second surgery was a success. Lots of drilling and they had to do another skin graft, but Tree did amazing. I FORCED him to take lots of pain meds last night so he could actually sleep. (He makes a terrible patient.)
We’re both glad this is all over. Now he’s got two new feet and two new ears. Hopefully it will be a long time before we have to address the bad shoulders.
I’m not 100% sure I want our child to do all the crazy things Tree has done. But somehow I have a sneaking suspicion that my child, Tree’s child, will find a way. Mixed feeling, mixed feelings.