Surgery

When I was two and a half I had the first and only major surgery of my life. I had a double hernia that had popped out and needed to be removed by surgery. My parents were both worried to have their little baby going in for such a major surgery at such a young age but had no choice.

I had popped the hernias out while throwing a tantrum. My parents were giving me a bath and they were getting ready to rinse the shampoo from my hair. I started crying and screaming. I was worried that the soap was going to get into my eyes and it would hurt. My parents were holding a washcloth over my eyes trying to tell me that it would be fine and that I couldn’t get out of the bathtub with soapy hair. I didn’t care I did not want them to rinse the shampoo out. I don’t know how long I fought with them, but finally they managed to get the shampoo out and get me to bed.

The next morning my mother got me up to change my diaper and noticed two very strange bumps on my abdomen. She called my father in to look at them because she was worried and had no idea what they might be. He immediately said I needed to go the hospital. They brought me to the hospital and discovered that I had a double hernia.

The day of my surgery they got me all ready and gave me my favorite doll at the time. A little baby dressed all in pink and her name was Tubbles. I took the doctors hand and walked down the hall. I was about half way down the hall and I turned around and waved goodbye to my parents and said “I’ll see you soon” My parents were so worried but just smiled and waved back to me because they didn’t want me to be scared.

The day I was supposed to get out of the hospital they needed to give me a popsicle that contained medicine before I could leave. The only flavor they had left was orange, and I hate orange. However I gave in and ate it, I think I had learned my lesson about throwing tantrums. My dad is still freaked out to this day when giving kids a bath.

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