Michael: You know what, I feel better. Ryan brought me some chocolate pudding, and his kindness healed my foot.

Guess what? Nothing angers a baby more than being woken up at 5am from a deep sleep and driven off somewhere against his will. I don't blame him. We got to the hospital and they weren't even sure they were going to operate. They were doing his ears you see, and he had to be put out by gas mask. But he had a slight cold, and when they do anesthesia the lungs are collapsed and they weren't sure if he'd...wake up. No mother needs to hear that.

We sat waiting, when they brought another kid into our room. The mom looked at me and said to the nurse, "We want our own room." Hey. I feel you beyotch, but you could have said it nicer. Whatever. Her ugly baby wouldn't shut up so good thing we were left alone.

I think the Baby's nose was running due to crying since we were given the world's most retarded nurse. She put the blood pressure cuff on him, which enraged him as it was, but after 20 minutes of HUH? and him screaming bloody murder, she realized that she forgot to plug it in. That pushed me over the edge. But things cleared up, and he was good to go. When the anesthesiologist came, the Baby was calm. He waved a tiny goodbye to me and that was it. No fuss. No crying. That's when my heart broke. Having my little one year old taken from my arms and watching him go down the hall to surgery was complete heartache.

Later the doctor came back and said all went well, however the baby's ears were much worse than he thought. It was so inflamed that the eardrum was weak and there could have been some real damage had we not done the surgery today. Yikes. Seeing a doctor concerned is never a good thing...

The baby is home. He is bleeding from the ears which is just as disgusting and scary as you can imagine, but he's happy. And that's all that matters. You can already tell that he can hear things that he had never heard before. Like the Kid yelling at 6am, "MOMMY! WAFFLES!...PLEASE!" I think I'd rather be deaf.
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