I didn't think so. This is Natty pre procedure this morning. Those feet that you see in the background belong to none other than Uncle Marky. As an aside, if you ever have to take your baby to a surgery center, I highly recommend Marky. Hilarious and adored by Natalie, as you'd expect, but also very knowledgeable and universally well liked by the medical staff. So far so good.
And here's my perfect angel baby sleeping off some of that anasthesia. You can kind of see the tube that is coming out her nose, precariously taped to her face and down her back. That's hooked to a monitor that I have to carry behind her all day. The monitor could be worn as a backpack theoretically, but Natalie is so small it falls off her shoulders, even on the tightest setting. And yes, those things on her arms are the baby equivalent of a straight jacket. They're called "no nos" and Natalie must have heard it because she keeps glaring at them and saying "no no!" I'll try to get some video soon.
Meanwhile, her surgery notes say that her reason for procedure is ANOREXIA among other things. Does that qualify me for mother of the year? My baby is anorexic. (Not really, I'm sure it's a misprint but that's DEFINITELY going on my permanent record. I'm sure of it.) Now, which of you would like me to watch your babies for you? I'm really good at it. :)
