I am sitting in a room that has a small table, a few chairs and a phone. The sign above it says consul 1. I am full of anxiety. My Eric. My precious wild boy.
The surgeon already came in to told me Eric did great. I think this waiting in silence is the hardest part.
In the "induction" room I helped him put his gown on, I held his hand. I watched his beautiful eyes close in sleep just as they did 8 years ago when he was my baby.
And he will always be my baby. And he will be fine.
They removed a preauricular pit. A totally common occurance.
I am going to baby the hell out of him.