Bringing Sean home was easy although I worried about his unhealed circumcision. When I found out at 7 months that I was having a boy, I stressed about whether or not to put him through it. I let his dad make the decision. After his birth, I didn't really have time to fixate on it. Before I knew it, Dr. Toler came in the next morning and said, "I circumcised your son today." I gasped and asked, "How did he do?" and he said, "Well, he wasn't happy about it!"
How did he do? What a no-brainer! I couldn't wait to see that he was okay. I kept thinking about how much I just don't understand it. It is just one of many things in this life.
When it came time to change his dressing at home, I panicked a little. I called the nurse and said in a flustered state, "It is attached to his nut sack." Nearby, my father whispered to my mother, "Did she just say, 'nut --- sack'?!" I don't think well under pressure, okay? My redneck side has a tendency to show itself.
You know you're a Redneck if you say, "nut sack" to describe a part of the male anatomy.
Sean was slightly jaundiced at birth. Aside from changing his circumcision dressing, I was advised to put in him a sunny window to reduce the bilirubin levels.
Where was Savannah? She was in her own little world.
