The bruises are gone. The stitches above the ears are still there, but barely visible. It's been 13 days.
I've been thinking about the original debate whether to have surgery or not. Major consequences of not having it were predicted to be rare but possible. They could have shown up right away or in years, and they left us on the edges of our seats. Major consequences of having surgery were even rarer. That risk is now over.
Minor consequences of having surgery and of not having surgery were both probable. The minor consequences from having surgery are related to the wounds and stitches, and they should be gone soon. The minor consequences of not having it centered, to me, primarily around future social issues. Those could feel major to a 10-year-old.
I'm glad we did it. The anticipation was much worse than the event itself. But boy, was it scary.
Every decision a parent makes is tough. We only get one chance to do it and we don't get to go back to see the consequences of a different path. The choices are always harder when they're for someone else, and compounded when that someone can't weigh in, but must live with those consequences for their whole lives. Don't you wish this would be the last of those tough decisions?
ReplyDeleteHowever, he looks awesome and you did survive. Someday you will look back on the stress and anguish and remember it as love.
Now that this chapter is past you, I hope you keep this blog up for Zyle to read it when he's old enough. A testament to the love and care of his parents, the anxiety of pre-surgery, and everything in between. I am so elated that he has healed quickly.
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