Made in Richmond

Today was the day poor JR had to get a tube stuck in his pee hole (which is more more fun to say than “catheter”) and, overall, things went great. Well, I guess, as well as they could have when someone sticks a tube in your baby’s pee hole and then holds him down while they take a picture.

I must say, the little man was a champ. He managed to remember he had a thumb early on in the process and just let out a few whimpers when they stuck the tube in. He was none too happy during the imaging process because we had to hold down his arms and legs because he wanted so badly to kick and grab at the machine. But a few rounds of moo-ing like a cow in his face calmed him down.

Everything looks just fine. All fluids flowed where they were supposed to (and didn’t flow where they weren’t supposed to). I did however get quite the third degree (with lots of tsking and huffing) as to why he’s not circumcised. To which I finally replied “Because he just isn’t.” Note to nurse responsible for sticking tubes in the pee holes of the baby boys: as you are sticking said tube in said hole, it’s probably best to not grill mother of said baby boy about a parenting decision that is none of your business.

Perhaps JR knew I was frustrated because when they took the catheter out, he peed and quite a bit of it got on her. And then he smiled.

Anyway, hopefully at his urology appointment in July, they’ll send us on our way and we won’t have to think about kidneys and catheters and judgmental pee hole nurses anymore.