After our trip to Seattle Children’s Autism Center in October, Simon and George came down with a nasty cold. Snot was flying everywhere and they were both pretty miserable. They started feeling better after a couple of days, but unfortunately, were still pretty gross on Halloween.
We’re a big Pixar family. We own all of the Toy Story franchise, Brave, Finding Nemo, Monsters Inc and Monsters University, and The Incredibles. Not Cars or Bug’s Life, though; I’m not sure why other than I don’t particularly like Cars. Anyway, Toy Story 2 is always a big hit around here and so, when planning for Halloween, I had fond hopes that I could dress the kids like Woody, Buzz, and Jessie. And Eleanor was on board with that, in the beginning. The boys didn’t get a vote because, well, they don’t talk or even have any concept of what Halloween is. I was getting ready to order the costumes (I live for Amazon, really) when Eleanor balked at the idea of being Jessie. She wanted to be Princess Merida from Brave. I was surprised; I would have expected her to swing toward the Elsa/Frozen craze that was so rampant at the time, but I’ll give her points for being different. So, I had to rethink the boys’ costumes. I could have still done Buzz and Woody, but without Jessie it just didn’t feel right. I decided to do them as Mike and Sulley from Monsters Inc. Costumes got ordered and damn, they were cute! I was so excited to take George out for his first ever Halloween. We lived in an apartment complex, and I didn’t relish going door-to-door there, so I had planned that we would go down to this quaint little village of shops that hosted Trick or Treating.
Yeah, that didn’t happen. The boys just weren’t well enough to drag them out into the drizzle and the cold just to participate in a social ritual that neither of them cared about or even understood to get candy that they wouldn’t be able to eat. So, Adam stayed home with them while I took Eleanor, uh, Princess Merida, out Trick or Treating.
I did, however, dress the boys up in their costumes just for pictures. It did not go well.
In early November, Simon had his appointment with his new pediatric urologist. Remember how I mentioned he had been diagnosed with hypospadias at birth and we were told he would need surgery but then the Urologist at Kaiser said no? Well, we were still not convinced that he was okay and our new pediatrician agreed. His exact words upon examining Simon was “Yeah, that’s not right. I’ll refer you. He needs surgery.”
We met with Dr A on November 3. It had been a bit of a drive to get there (I was still learning my way around the area) and Simon had gotten car sick again. But he was in a fairly good mood and enjoyed running around the lobby and playing with a computer they had sitting out for some reason. He got a little more antsy in the exam room, though, and kept trying to climb up on the rolling stool to play with the computer in there. Dr A was great and I instantly felt much more comfortable with her than I had with the Kaiser urologist. She examined Simon and agreed that he needed surgery and was utterly horrified he hadn’t had it yet. She was of the opinion that without surgery Simon would have recurring UTIs and would on antibiotics constantly. She was surprised he hadn’t yet had any problems. His official diagnosis was hypospadias, chordee, and penile torsion. Yeah. Horrifying, isn’t it? We scheduled surgery for December 9th, which was the soonest I could do without having to drive into Seattle.
How do you explain this to a 2-year-old? My poor little guy.