My Morning

Before my day even started I had one of the roughest nights since Ryan has been home.  Had a few 45 minute sleep stints but was able to sleep 1 1/2 this morning before I had to pop up and be out the door by 7:40a for Ryan's circumcision appointment.  Josh was going to take Emmy to school and I was going to handle the appointment solo...

I got there at 8a on the dot only to deal with insurance issues, what else is new.  The woman on the phone from Blue Cross didn't even know what a circumcision was.  By 9:30a i was finally called back to the exam room.  Ryan was weighed and believe it or not piggly wiggly weighs 9 lbs 7 oz!  That means he gained almost a pound since Thursday (he weighed 8 lb 8 oz).  I am sorry but holy shit!  I told you all I do is feed him!

The first thing the doc asked was did I bring a pacifier.  SHIT I forgot it.  At least my finger was a good alternative.  She gave the option of dipping it is sugar water or red wine.  I almost asked "for him or me?"  A little vino in the morning?  Why not seemed fitting and he loved it.  As she was strapping him down and pulling out the tools a few things immediately went through my mind besides being terrified for my little man.  1. Is this the type of procedure that can be botched? 2. I CANNOT believe Julie is learning to circumcise kids.  Did you know OBGYNs can perform them?  As Jules put it it is the only thing they do with penises.  I told her never to bring that up at a bar  - major scare tactic if you ask me.

Ryan was so good and brave.  I thought I did pretty good myself.  It wasn't until we got back to the exam room when all hell broke loose.  Ryan started screaming his lungs out and was literally turning purple.  Nothing would come him down and I was panicking.  How was I going to get him into his car seat and out of here?!  I immediately wondered if that cup of wine was still next door  Ryan could suck my finger dipped in it and I could drink the rest!  Last resort before I just ran out with a screaming, purple child was music.   Pandora on my iphone was my savior.  I hope Jack Johnson would be proud knowing he was the only thing that calmed down an infant boy after his procedure.  I threw my phone in his car seat and he proceeded to sleep the whole way home. Oh Pandora how I love you so.  The power of music!  Music motivated me to run 13 miles, keeps my spirits up during a long day in the office and calms my baby boy. :)