What do old OR nurses do when they stay home with the kids? This, sadly.
We put up our halloween decorations yesterday, and it was discovered that Whit's bat no longer laughed when you pushed his belly and instead let out a far more frightening (and appropriate) faint gurgly squeal. I was ready to throw him away, or let him live in silence, but of course Andy suggested that Mom could easily fix him. Mom fixes everything, which is of course why Dad was so quick to volunteer her services. So, to make it a bit more enjoyable, I took it as an opportunity to teach Whit a little about surgery. Here he is taking vitals before we rolled Mr. Bat into the OR.
The OR team placed the patient in the prone position and prepped the surgical site. Then Dr. Pieper proceeded to make his first incision with a seam ripper (sterilized, of course).
After obtaining the sound box and replacing the batteries, a lengthy closure commenced.
Always the compassionate boy, Whit cuddled Mr. Bat when he awoke and checked on him regularly post-op to ensure no complications arose.
And of course the circulating nurse documented beautifully:)
Mr. Bat is now laughing maniacally and ushering in the holiday just as he was intended to.
