We were scheduled to have surgery done in November. We went thru the whole process of not feeding Wyatt . . . got to the hospital . . . met the anesthesiologist and talked to the doctor. Then, we were sent home. Wyatt had a rash where they needed to do surgery and they were afraid it was a yeast infection and would mess up the surgery.
So, we went home.
Tomorrow we go back to try again. But, this weekend I discovered another rash. I called the urologist and left a message. Then, I called in to work to let them know I wasn't coming in. THEN I called the pediatrician to have him take a look.
We got there and he said it was NOT a yeast or fungal infection and that a little diaper rash cream should fix it right up.
I called and left a message at the urologist and let them know we were going to come in for surgery.
It's funny. For two weeks before the first surgery date, I cried every night worried about the whole thing.
Now, I feel sure that this is the right thing to do and the timing is right. Even though the urologist's office said they could still say no to the surgery at the last minute if they didn't like the way the rash looked, I feel certain we are ready to go.
Tonight, as I rocked Wyatt, I felt a sense of calm that I haven't felt in months. We'll see how everything goes.
Monday, January 29, 2007
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