Stop Thinking About Me

Sometime last spring I noticed a small bump near the end of  Gray-bee’s left eyebrow. I made an appointment with his pediatrician. We were insrtucted to measure the bump and then measure again about six months later. If the bump was smaller after six months then it would probably continue to shrink until it was gone, but if it was larger then we would need to return to see what was the next step.

The next step was to see an Ear, Nose and Throat (ENT) doctor.

This bump that was by Gray-bee’s eye was about the size of a pea and although it stayed in place it also moved under his skin. Gray-bee was so proud of his bump. He loved the attention he would get from people inspecting his bump and usually held still. Sometime between the appointment with the pediatrician and his appointment with the ENT, Graybee and Holden got into a fight and Holden ended up hitting Gray-bee with a Whack-A-Mole hammer right on his bump. You read that right. A Whack-A-Mole hammer. The screaming was 90% about pain and 10% about making sure Holden got in trouble.

Good news, Gray-bee no longer has a bump by his eye. 

Now it’s a pancake.

The doctor felt Gray-bee’s bump pancake and delivered the good news that Gray-bee’s bump was in the best spot because when he grows up he will get big bushy eyebrows that will cover any scar he may end up with from removing it. Gary wasn’t there so I just want to know how the doctor knows that Gray-bee will have big bushy eyebrows when he grows up. (Note to self: Schedule eyebrow waxing first thing tomorrow.)

The doctor ordered up a facial CT scan to get a better look at the bump before surgery so there would be no surprises. I made the arrangements with the hospital for a 5:30am appointment. Gary immediately volunteered to be the one to take Gray-bee to the hospital. I wanted to protest, but let’s face it, Gary the early bird is better suited for this job than Heidi the night owl. Plus this gives him more opportunity to show off his Super-Dad skills. (Hey Gary, nobody likes a show-off.)

Gray-bee was in a good mood before he left for his appointment, but that probably has a lot to do with the fact that he had no idea that he would be getting an IV in his arm. And even better than that, it seems that Gray-bee is blessed with my veins and it took three tries sticking him with a needle in his arm before they found a vein. Sorry Gray-bee.

They knocked Gray-bee out for the procedure so that he would hold still for his CT scan. It only took a few minutes and Gray-bee was done.

He was very groggy when he first woke up and Gary said he had a hard time getting the popsicle in his mouth. I wish there was some video.

The hospital called a few days later. Gray-bee will be going in for minor surgery next month to have his “pancake” removed.

It won’t be easy getting him to return to the hospital quietly. Maybe I should tell him we are going out for a popsicle. (Sucker!)