Wednesday, August 3, 2011

More from the "Do I Really Have to Decide This?!?" Smug Mummy Front

These are days when I pine for the simpler times, back when advising someone to sign some fancy-pants multi-million dollar real estate development contract was the biggest question I typically faced.

Yes, unfortunately this means that we once again are not discussing shoes today. I apologize for this week's lapse into seriousness & assure you I'm doing my damndest to get back to the Pretty business of motivational self-tanners, etc.

Today's version of "Where's a grown-up when I need someone else to make this decision?" came with a 4:45 am wake-up call & outpatient surgery for Master P. Longtime readers - all three of you - may recall the mystery sniffles which have plagued my wee precious darling. A few specialists & much hand-wringing later, we got a diagnosis (enlarged adenoids, for those of you hoping for the TMI-style of info that makes this a winner "STFU, Parents" submission) and suggestion for surgery.

Much MUCH hand-wringing ensued - or rather, I, the designated marital/parental worrier, hand-wrung (wrang?), and the Anonymous Husband, our Chief Executive Optimist, patiently listened. Finally, we made the decision to have the procedure done today. I never thought I'd say I was glad for having seen my child poked with needles, but those prior experiences somewhat prepared me for having to assume the parental brave face today as I handed this one, magic Glowworm in his chubby hands, off to the OR nurse:

I've edited as much of 4:45 am me out of this photo as possible, both to protect your eyes and my ego, not necessarily in that order. Also, this here is the magic surgical glove, not the aforementioned magic Glowworm - duh.
Of course this is something many of us encounter at some point, but - making health decisions for someone not able to make them for himself? Particularly a smooshy, wee, darling one who still smells like that ineffable, delicious baby smell? Um, I'd rather take the self tanner questions, or even the development deal ones. Please. In fact, if you could email those to me post-haste so that they could be my most pressing issue tomorrow, I'd forever give you my Pretty seal of approval, pinky swear.

Oh, and HE'S FINE, doing absolutely fine, and I'm a jerk for not mentioning that there up at the tippy-top. He's doing very well & back to his usual boisterous boy self post-operation. As for me, I hope to recover sometime around 2028 when he's entering YaleHarvardOxfordCambridge (better known as the "University of No Pressure"). Sweet Neiman Marcus.

10 comments:

Lisa said...

glad he is ok! Hope you are feeling ok too.

LPC said...

Glad he is OK. Hope the adrenaline has subsided. He's lucky to have you as a mother, just as long as you give yourself full credit for everything you're doing.

emcr1229 said...

So glad to know he is doing well. I can only imagine how heart wrenching it must have been. Praying for a full recovery for him and you.

Michelle said...

So glad to hear he is doing well. It is terribly hard to make decisions (especially these kinds of decisions) for those who can't make them themselves. Not having entered into smug mommyhood, I can only relate with my furry variety dependents.

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The Shabby Princess said...

So glad he's doing well! I can't imagine how scary and stressful that all must of been. You're an amazing mommy!

Emily said...

So glad he's doing well, and hopefully that will clear up all the sniffling. So stressful for mommy!

Rhiannon said...

EEEK. Glad to hear he's doing well.

What Kate Wore said...

Oh Miss Pretty, I had no idea he was having this done, the poor little guy, and poor Mom! Yikes! I am so glad he is better, heaven knows if you do recover in time for his graduation from UNP (YaleHarvardOxfordCambridge), it will be nothing short of miraculous.

Sending you a belated (but big!) hug,
tp

Carly Anne said...

Getting my tonsils and adenoids out was such a positive thing for me as a child. It saved me from much sickness and general discomfort. And, everyone I know who has had them out has said the same. I vote that you made the right choice, Smug Mommy.

TUWABVB said...

Poor little babe! And poor mamma! I can only imagine the hand-wringing (and damn them for having surgery at such an ungodly hour!). I'm so happy to hear he's on the mend and so are you. Love to you both.

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