My Beautiful, Brave Boy!

Almost one week post op. He bears the scars. His little belly button is now an outtie for sure, one with a scab. It looks awful.

He has a two inch scar in his groin. The bandage came off today. It actually looks good (for an incision I guess).

He did his IG treatment today, with a modicum of crying and whinning. You'd think after having surgery, he'd be a bit more upset about having 3 needles inserted into his stomach. He wasn't happy by any means, but he wasn't hysterical either. My little trooper. No matter how many torture sessions he must endure (the infusions are once a week)... he endures them with grace. Everyone gets hugs and kisses, no matter the pain they inflicted a few minutes earlier. Well sometimes Mommy and Daddy have to bribe him back to sanity with treats...but he comes around!

I have to admit, I'm a wienie when it comes to medical procedures. I tremble at the dentist office and that's for cleanings! When I broke my toe last summer, I was off work a week! LOL I have tried to learn from my son, you know the one who's learning disabled, the one people would say "what could you possibly learn from him?" I've learned to accept the things I must do, no matter how painful, with grace and dignity. When I had to have a biopsy of my thyroid, I got 12 needles in my throat. I could see each needle as it passed my peripheral vision. I stayed calm by telling myself that Alex had endured countless blood draws, once a month IV's, 2 broken legs (one was let go over night before they set it) and numerous surgeries - so suck it up sister! And I did. The Doctor said he always worries about the quiet ones and kept asking me if I was ok (like I wanted to carry on a conversation while needles pierced my throat?). I just asked to him to try to keep the needles out of my eyesight. He didnt', but that's ok. I held it together.

My brave little boy, doesn't know what's coming, doesn't ask for it, but he gets more than his share of it. But he faces the hospital doors with his usual excitment (how many buttons can I push on the elevator?) and he's ready with a smile for everyone he meets. He sees Mommy and Daddy getting his treatment ready every Sunday, sure he fusses and whines, but he complies and we get wet, teary kisses after the needles are in and secure.

Sometimes ya just gotta suck it up sister!!!!!