So that's what we're doing. Considering it. Considering it seriously enough that I took Lemon in on Friday for a consult with pediatric surgery. The operation itself doesn't sound too bad, other than being an operation and involving general anesthesia and whatnot. I'm much more concerned about all the things that follow--more equipment, more tubes, weird formula, unknown impacts on our already ridiculous schedule, even more complexities with living and traveling, a semi-permanent hole in my kid that is not suppose to be there, etc. Of course, I have to weigh those concerns against the concern of continuing to be this skinny--too skinny to grow, to skinny to fight off the inevitable infections, too skinny to wear the pants portion of the pj's that he got for Christmas and loves.
But enough of that. We will continue to consider until the middle of next month, when we have our follow-up at the clinic. I'm fairly sure we'll end up scheduling the surgery for sometime in April, but we'll hold off on making a final decision while we do a little more homework.
In the mean time, Lime (who has also been fighting off a touch of Something Vicious these last few days) finally managed to cut his first tooth. Of course I'm thrilled for him, but I'm also slightly heartbroken that this toothless grin that I could stare at all day will soon have teeth in it. I recognize the cuteness of the two-toothed stage, of course, but the toothless stage is what really tugs at my heart strings. And it's gone forever. Sigh. If its disappearance is accompanied by the arrival of sleeping for more than 2 hours at a time, I would accept that as consolation.
We also had a wonderful visit with Uncle Jared this week. He got in lots of quality time with the nephews.
He headed back home to New York on Saturday, much to Lemon's chagrin.