Tomorrow Kiki is going to have two different surgeries on his privates.  I’m not scared about the surgery itsef, I am just a little nervous about all the drugs that they are going to give him.  I remember being in the hospital when he was born and how quiet he was all the time.  He only cried when he was hungry or when the crazy LC was rubbing cold coke cans on his feet to get him to wake up to eat.  (Yes, I wanted to punch her lights out.)  Even after bringing him home, the first few days were like heaven…then I stopped taking my Percosets.  And all hell broke loose.  I thought someone had switched our babies!  He cried alot (still not too much) but it was alot more than right after he was born.  Then the perverbial light went off…I’m taking painkillers (C-section) and then breastfeeding him!  DUH!  I had come to terms with the fact that I had to have a c-section.  Of course I wanted a natural delivery with no or limited medical intervention….but an almost 9 lb baby stuck in your pelvis will derail those plans, like super quick.   But when I did the math and put it all together that whatever drugs I was taking would be passed on to him via my breastmilk and ultimately change his sweet personality somewhat….I stopped taking everything cold turkey.   What made me even more upset was that no one had told me this would happen.  I know what you’re thinking…”Stupid girl, of course it’s going to get passed down to him!”  That’s ok – you can think that all you want.  I didn’t know but once I did get my facts straight – I stopped taking those drugs and that’s all that matters.  I guess that’s one of the many reasons why I’m getting into this blog.  I want to share little nuggets of information that I’ve learned along the way.   Ok – back to the surgery.  It’s gotta be done and I would rather do it sooner than later in his life…but I hate drugs and I hate giving them to my son.  I know it’s only temporary and it’s a necessity but it still puts a fear in me.  Say a prayer for us tomorrow!

Naturally yours, Dallas