Dr. Mad Scientist accompanied him to the surgery center (which was quite easy to find since we had just played that town's football team two weeks ago and was only a few blocks from the playing field).
Moochie and I stayed home (more on that later).
The surgery went without a hitch. Well the only "complications" were that they put four pins in his elbow as opposed to 3 and he couldn't get a red cast like he wanted (to match his football team's colors). He had to settle for a Colorado State green. Not a bad second choice! Ha ha!
When he woke up, he said his pain was only a "3."
Which reminds me, how hilarious is this pain chart?
We have determined that Level 6 is about the face you might make if your goldfish died.
And then the boys determined that Level 8 is the "Costco Mom Face" indicating my level of pain/anger at having to go to Costco on a weekend.
Chunky's such a tough kid, he never said his pain was worse than his goldfish dying.
Anyway, he's feeling much better now that he's got the real cast on and everything pushed back into place. He's not moving like an old man with hemorrhoids now.
Sunday we'll even go to his football game and he'll jersey-up and cheer his teammates from the bench.
But back to the reason Moochie and I didn't go. The first reason was, even though it was a relatively short surgery (he was in at 9 a.m. and on the road by noon), entertaining a toddler in a waiting for hours didn't really seem appealing.
The second reason was, back last week, I made a decision that it was time to get Mr. Mooch a big-boy bed. I timed it so I could have it delivered while I was off from work (Thursday and Friday were planned vacation days for me as Mooch's daycare was closed for Rosh Hashanah). That was obviously pre-elbow shatter.
Anyway, it was delivered, and hopefully he won't fall out of it and break his elbow!!
Why yes, that is a custom made SpongeBob pillowcase I made for him out of a couple of fabric panels and extra flannel from his jammie pants.
Now all he's missing from this bed is a quilt of his very own.
If only I knew someone with a brand new spiffy quilting machine...