Ben got his button surgery today, aka the G-tube. He was originally scheduled to have the surgery at 1:00, but it was bumped to an earlier time slot, which meant that Kelly was already running late. I texted him to let him know that they were moving the schedule up and he wrote back saying that he was on his way. They started prepping him around 8:00 (and letting both of us sleep while they washed him down with the chlorhexidine wipes) and we were headed downstairs a little after 9:15. The surgery started around 10:00 and Kelly and I met up for a little breakfast, and they were done by 11:30 or so. We grabbed a light lunch and headed back to the room, where they brought him back to recover. He's been sleeping on and off all afternoon.
I'd take a picture and post it, but he's pretty sensitive about showing it to anyone, even the doctors. If I could, I would, along with the caption, "Baby's first piercing". It would be funny. I'd chuckle to myself.
I'm really tired of confined spaces and really sick of cafeteria food. What I wouldn't give for a good steak right now. I might even kill for a steak.
Kill a cow, that is. What did you think I meant?
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