Yesterday, Jack had tubes put in his ears, his second set in his action-packed two years of life. He also had his adenoids removed.
In the ENT world, this is not a big deal. In the world of two year olds, it's not really a big deal. Tubes are like Toms -- everyone has them. Adenoid removal is more noteworthy. I approached the day with about that attitude: This is doable but noteworthy.
And then, BLAMMO! The night before surgery I got nervous. I like, respect, and trust Jack's ENT. I was just ... Worried.
And then, I had parenting epiphany #2375 or so: All parents go through this. You can't stop the worry. You can't rationalize around the worry. It's there. It's yours. And you have to just sit with it and own it.
Oh, and also? He is only two. This is just the beginning.
No one tells you this when you become a parent. It's one of the things your friends don't want you to know because they really want you to have kids now that they have kids. So, they leave out inconvenient truths like the gut-twisting worry. Rock on.
The surgery went fine. Jack got to eat ice cream for dinner. (Yes, that's really more for tonsils, but I'm a sucker.)
Here we are, post-op, as Jack shook off the anesthesia. Oh, yes, I am about to levitate off the table from joy and relief. And yes, I brought my best eye Samsonite to this party.
Fun fact: Parenting also comes with luggage.
Hope your day is tubular,