When it comes to motherhood, nothing is logical. Logically speaking it seems counterintuitive to have mini-me's running around who take up so much time and energy. They have your heartstrings tied so tight that you feel like you're giving up a major organ when you hand them over for their first day of school. And yet these are the very heartstrings that resonates with an indescribable joy and warmth from head to toe when they plant a sticky, genuine and unsought for kiss on your cheek.
It also might have to do with the fact that he HATES anything that smells remotely of a medical facility, let alone medical personnel. Inevitably there is screaming, kicking and growling. The last time he woke from the anesthesia it took three people to hold him down and he refused to calm down until all lines were out and he was in my arms. Then there's the added fact that he'll be hungry, REALLY hungry and this boy loves to eat.
We got there in plenty of time, I brought all his favorite toys and blanket. He kept up a constant whimper while checking in and any nurse who tried to approached him was met with banshee like screaming and vigorous waving of arms to keep them at bay. They finally opted to dose him with versed (similar to Valium) that had him super dopey, giggly and a little more compliant.
It turns out his hearing is normal!! Now we know for sure. Such a monkey!