The last two weeks were so rough. Two weeks ago, I stayed home from church with Landon and Grayson because they both seemed a little under the weather. The next morning, I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. Jared even stayed home from work because I was so sick. He did end up with it, but only a mild version that did not keep him down for four days like me. I haven't been this sick in a long time and I was quite the baby about it all.
Once I was finally feeling better, it was time to take Ethan in for his little surgical procedure. The official name is a "meatotomy," which to be honest grosses me out. He didn't seem to mind leaving the house before the sun was up with just Mom and Dad. However, once he figured out it wasn't for fun, he quickly expressed his dislike. He did really well, but was super grumpy before going in. I felt pretty at peace about everything, but was nervous about him coming off anesthesia. I had reason to be nervous. He basically turned into a crazy person. He was screaming and thrashing his body around. He wasn't too bad at the hospital, but by the time I got him home he had seriously LOST it. I felt so helpless. It is the worst feeling to have as a parent. He kept begging me to make his penis feel better and there was nothing I could do. About an hour of crazy Ethan and I thought I wasn't going to make it. So glad my mom was here to help out. He finally settled down and was doing pretty good until he had to go potty for the first time. He screamed and shouted and there was even an "Ay yi yi!" After that he refused to go to the bathroom. I had to put him in a warm bath because he'd only gone twice in 24 hours. On Friday (two days after surgery), he finally realized it no longer hurt and we've been okay since then. Poor little man! (Pun intended.)
The good news is his bladder and urinary tract can now operate normally. The bad news is I fear he is traumatized for reals.
