Nate's big day!

We found out last week that Nate had to have a cyst removed from his gums, and until last night, he handled the news and prognosis with grace. When he got home from school yesterday he began asking a lot of questions (which we'd already answered), and hesitantly notified us that he was a little worried. To keep his mind off of it, we sent him to school this morning and I think it did the trick. After I picked him up, he told me that he wasn't worried anymore. I let him know that it was because he had friends praying for him. "Thanks to my friends," he said.

I started to get a little nauseous while I was waiting for them to give us the news that he was finished. Adri and I did the same puzzles about 30 times on the floor of the waiting room and just when I started to relax, the nurse came out to tell us that everything went fine.

I imagined, before walking through the doorway into his room, my poor pitiful first born queazy and moaning in the dental chair. To my surprise, he looked great! Our conversation went something like this...

Me: Hi Nate. How do you feel?

Nate: Hi. H I. I'm fine.

Me: Do you feel sick?

Nate: S I C K. Nope.

After a few instructions from the surgeon and nurse, Nate piped up.

Nate: Can I take home some gauze with me? G A...how do you spell gauze?

Me: Why do you need to spell it?

Nate: Can we not argue while I'm in this chair? Just tell me how to S P E L L it?

Me: G A U Z E.

Nate: What about it?

Is it so awful to laugh at your kids when they're in a vulnerable situation? I hope not, I got a good laugh out of him this afternoon! Who knew that nitrous makes my son spell!

The doc said that without a pathology report, he won't know for sure what caused the growth until they get the results back. But, his guess is that it was a cyst caused by a surge in hormones and shouldn't return. Surge in hormones? Geesh...how is that possible? Suddenly, I don't want to laugh anymore :(