We are slowly finding a routine and rhythm to this new life. I don't know where to start except to begin writing a bit every day or so, and yet there's so much to remember, so much of that first week where there was no time to really write or reflect, only time to deal with each new minute. Somehow, I have to find a way to record all of that, and the first dreamy days home. But for now, we are here, and so I will start right here in the middle of everything.
My mom officially went home last Thursday, but she came back last night to accompany me to Thomas's two week checkup (this morning). Yes, I am a grownup, but I am much more comfortable going to doctors with another set of hands/ears to help and listen and ask questions. Thomas prefers to eat ALL MORNING LONG, and so I was a tad bit worried about getting out the door in a timely fashion. We did great, in that we were only five minutes late, and I think that's a tiny miracle, considering there was a two-week-old involved who doesn't get the concept of hurrying up.
We arrive, and I approach the window to sign in, fill out any paperwork they may throw at me, whatever a mom does when she takes her kid to the doctor. Go Diego Go! was blaring on the TV in the waiting room, which made me happy, because I know the Rescue Pack song by heart already. The check in nurse says something about "Okay, so we're doing his circumcision today."
Um, no, we're not.
Obviously, my child with the dangerously low platelet count did not have an elective surgery in his first days of life. We've been waiting on word from his doctors in Jackson, and I'd mentioned the fact that he was uncircumcised when I made the appointment, but in no way did that mean that hey! today's the day!
It's interesting, how quickly the mama bear in you can raise up, brandishing a paw with shiny claws. I didn't feel angry, but a surge of certain protection. Nurses and medical personnel in general can be very intimidating, but I let them know that no, I didn't want to do his circumcision until we got another good platelet count, and that wasn't going to be this morning. True, we were doing blood work today (to check his platelets) but they were ready to take my child's foreskin right then, the bloodthirsty lot of vampires. One nurse said disparagingly, "Well, they can't do it after today." As if there could be no practicing doctor in the Americas who could possibly perform the procedure after today. I simply smiled and said, "I want to talk to his doctor about it."
As soon as we got back into a room and his nurse understood where we were coming from, she was horrified that anyone had suggested we do a circumcision today. Thomas' doctor, whom I now officially adore, was also quick to affirm my BIG FAT NO WAY. Blood was duly collected, and the kid now has a fabulous platelet count of 197. He has gained 14 ounces - yes, that's what eating all night and day will do for you - and has grown one whole inch. He was poked and prodded and pronounced perfectly normal in every way. And, we have a circumcision scheduled for next Friday.
So there. Swipe, goes the mama bear claw.
In other news, I had sushi, delicious asparagus rolls, the crunchiness of crunchy shrimp rolls, for lunch, and it was very, very good. And now it is far past time for me to lay down, even though my son is currently snoozing on his father's chest. I have a feeling he'll start stirring once he senses that I am laying down, all by myself, and without him. Good night.