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July 25, 2003


Just got back from Duke Children's Hospital. Sainted wife noticed a bubble of skin above Scotty M's navel about a month ago. Two doctor's visits later it's been diagnosed as a supra-ventral hernia, about 10 mm in diameter, just above his navel. Not large, but large enough that it won't disappear on its own over time. Large enough that part of his intestine could get caught in the opening, small enough that if it did catch it would be hard to dislodge.

So, a month from now Scotty M will go under the knife to get his belly hole sewn up. If all goes well, that's 45 minutes or so under general anesthesia, two hours in the recovery room and then home. All fairly routine, according to the pediatric surgeon we saw today, though that didn't stop the Sainted Wife from going through the full day's allotment of worry on the fifteen minute drive home.

Eventually I diverted S.W. from her fears by suggesting there was no point in both of us going to the hospital that day. It's not like they'll need an extra pair of hands in the operating room. One of us could sleep in, and since she was probably going to be up anyway......

Mission accomplished. What looked to be a full fledged day of fret was headed off by two minutes of wifely disgust with her insensitive clod of a man, after which we made lunch plans.

Now I just have to do the same thing every day for the next month. Shouldn't be too hard. I can usually count on engendering the same reaction four or five times a day just by accident.

Scotty M. was fine, alternately snoozing or looking around in happy wonder at the new surroundings throughout his visit. He likes whistling, and having us blow gently on his face. He talks back for minutes at a time when this is going on, alternately cooing and clearing his throat at the object of his conversation.

He's eating now, being breast fed by his mother, who has likely already gone back to her quiet worrying.

This sounds like a job for Insensitive Man.

Posted by Bigwig at July 25, 2003 12:39 PM | TrackBack
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Oh dear. I agree with Sainted Wife! Let us know when we are needed.

Posted by: Yomamma at July 25, 2003 01:03 PM

So, where is the new beer poll?? I thought there was going to be a new beer poll every day??

Posted by: Kehaar at July 25, 2003 03:18 PM

Only one hernia? Hell, I had three repaired at the same time last year. Must be this huge ass I'm carrying around...

Posted by: Big Dumb Cousin at July 25, 2003 03:32 PM

My friend says "Don't feed him any seeds".

Posted by: Kehaar at July 25, 2003 03:53 PM

Beer polls are weekly at best. I want to ensure that I choose some of the beers I end up drinking.

No seeds for the two month old. Roger.

Posted by: bigwig at July 25, 2003 04:47 PM

Wow. I feel for you. Or should I say I don't feel for you.

Mrs. Bill has been on the new ride at Six Flags, the Hormone Roller Coaster. Evidently, it's not bad if you are on it, but it's the scariest ride in the world for the people who are watching. Guess it comes w/t the territory - 20 Weeks. Yay!

Had a big fight over the weekend. I got grumbly because Mrs. Bill was teeing off on me about everything. She asked why I was grumbly, and I said I expected her to be pissy, she's preggers, but this was ridiculous - my comments were followed by a "Kaboom!" noise and Chernyobl quality meltdown.

The eventual resolution of the blowup on Wednesday had me promising to be less sensitive to her complaints and fits of pique. I was a little speechless after that - I've never had to promise to be more insensitive, unattentive and uncaring, but by God, if that's what it takes...

That said, I think she is going to the doc and getting a post-partum bottle of Prozac lined up, just in case... Do you have any experience with this particular amusement park ride?

Posted by: Omnibus Bill at July 25, 2003 05:53 PM

Wow, I'm not sure if you're insanely brave, or just insane, but I'd give good odds on your wife putting you in the hospital before your baby.

More seriously, my son is a couple weeks behind Scotty, so I can imagine your feelings rather too vividly for comfort. Your head can tell you that it's no big deal and easily fixed, but your heart could care less about "no big deal".

Posted by: Whoevr at July 25, 2003 10:17 PM
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