About a week and a half ago, William had surgery. He was born with a very minor form of a birth defect called hypospadias. In fact, it was so mild we only knew we had this issue when he peed on his doctor at birth. I guess even embarrassing moments have benefits. Anyway, I had been pretty much pushing the issue to the back of my mind as much as I could because I couldn't bear to think of my little guy going under the knife and anesthesia. We had to wait until William was at least six months before the urologist would even consider surgery which was, unfortunately for us, right around the holidays. We scheduled to have the surgery the first week of January, but as luck would have it, we caught a nasty cold between New York and Florida and had to reschedule. So, finally, we're all fixed! Literally.
Cutest baby in a hospital gown EVER.
I think the surgery was actually worse on Mommy than on William. He did SO wonderful. He was even bouncing around a little bit in the hospital before we left. He did sleep most of the day when we got home, but it was to be expected. He didn't even cry. Not even once. The only issue we had was changing the diaper. We had to be quick and clever and gentle all at the same time. With a squirmy baby, it was not fun, especially since we had to make sure it was changed every two to three hours. So not fun.
Charlie making sure William is okay.
