Today I had my two-week post surgical follow-up appointment. I told Sean that I was going to see the very same doctor that delivered him safely into this world, the first human to ever lay hands on him.
“Are you going to get a shot?” he asked in a worried voice. In his mind, a shot is the worst thing that can happen.
“No, I don’t think so,” I said hoping to ease any anxiety he might be having. “I think he’s just going to look at my tummy.”
After a long pause, he asked, “Is he going to kiss it and make it better?”
Oh lordy, let’s hope not.