Tales of a TET Baby....continued

I find it odd how often Zane's stripe, surgery, or general medical history come up in our daily lives. It doesn't really bother me anymore, or send me realing into a dark place, but it's odd, and strange how much that event has shaped things, and changed our story.

Last night, before bed, when Zane was cuddling Mooley, we were talking about how long he had had her and that she had been with him at the Towers. I told him there were pictures of him as a baby, in the hospital, cuddling Mooley, after he had gotten his stripe. Of course Zane wanted to see said pictures so off I went to get the picture album labeled September 2010 to May 2011. Not an album that I really like to look through often. But Zane was very interested, looking at all the pictures of him in the hospital and after he got home. He studied them closely and at one point said, "it was a boo boo before it a stripe, that weird." I guess he hadn't really put two and two together that his stripe is really just a healed wound. So interesting to see his little mind working, figuring out that the baby in the pictures was him and that where the baby had a big boo boo is now where his stripe is. Lots to wrap a three year old mind around.

Then today I spent a lot of time at working trying to get Zane a prescription for antibiotics that he can take before his dentist appointment next week. This is a huge pain and involved me explaining TET to multiple people, recounting his heart history, all while knowing that his actual cardiologists don't think premedding with antibiotics is even necessary for teeth cleaning. But dentists I'm sure aren't messing around with a three year old who had a TET repair. I'm fine with erroring on the side of caution, but again just strange how often this comes up in my daily life.

When I got home from work, and was trying to pry any morsel of information out of Zane about his day, Zach said that two girls told him that Zane had lifted his shirt up on the playground, and this comical conversation ensued. "I just want to show the girls my stripe." "Did you show your teacher?" "I not show her, just the girls." Followed by an adorable ornery grin. "What did they say when they saw your stripe?" "They say ooh grouse." Giggle giggle. "Did they actually say that Zane?" "No, what they actually say is, put your shirt down!!" Hysterical!!!! And we live to fight another day without bullies or mean kids, just little girls equally disgusted by all boys chests, with or without a stripe. But Daddy was quick to encourage Zane to keep showing his stripe to the ladies, they will find it very cool soon enough.