Zane had serious knee surgery today.
The surgery took 3 hours instead of 1 1/2 hours, and instead of being in the hospital for 5 hours like expected, we were there for 10 hours.
Needless to say, it was a rough day for Z.
A whole day of watching him be in so much pain hurt my heart. So much so that I might have shed a few tears...
(how I will ever have children and get through all of thier trials will be a miracle)
But through the drugs, pain, and all, he remained the perfect man he's always been.
*Quick Zane fact for you: Every single day Zane and I have spent together over the last two months, he has told me I look pretty.
It's very sweet, even on the days I don't believe him.
So, I spent this morning rushing around trying to get flowers and balloons to some special people and trying to get to the hospital as soon as possible so his mom could go back to work. Thus, I haven't showered, my hair is in a dirty bun on top of my head, and I'm in ripped, saggy-bum jeans.
I walk into the hospital. Zane is looking so pale and exhausted, he can barely keep his eyes open for 5 seconds. I walk over to the side of the bed, his mom says
"Zane, Brooke is here"
He halfway opens his eyes, gives me a rather pathetic attempt at a smile, and says, "You look pretty."
I say, "no, you're just heavily drugged babe."
And he opens his eyes again and replies, not frustrated or angrily, but seriously, "No, you're beautiful."
And closes his eyes again.
Drugged up and in lots of pain my boy remains perfect.
How did I get so lucky?!
My second favorite druggie Zane quote of the day?
"Will someone please turn off the lamp? That lamp is the suck.."
Z: in the hospital, suddenly awake, "Is consolvent a drink?"
Me: (after I googled it) "No baby, it's not even a word."
or maybe the reoccurring...
"This is so STUPID!!"