Heart Stop

He captured me from the very beginning.

Born so quickly, my midwife wasn’t even in the room. Yes, I had an unattended birth in a hospital. (Entirely separate post, I promise I will tell you later.)

He’s a trooper. My tough little soldier. (My husband is to blame for the Ohio State excess in this photo.)

And although I believe he is perfect, he still has to get surgery to correct a problem we discovered this week.

His condition is called Hydrocoele.

It’s a simple surgical procedure to correct it. We had several hours where we were really worried until we met with a surgeon and she explained exactly what is going on with our baby boy.

He always surprises and delights us, but this little hiccup was totally unexpected. So, I know we have kind of neglected our duties around here, but we promise we will get back to our regularly scheduled programming.

It’s just that he needed our full attention and some things fell by the wayside.

Not that he needs us to keep him occupied.

He has a doctorate in busybody.

A masters in nosy.

And even to this day. He is quite adept at making my

Heart Stop.