Are You Sure???
I remember being at work one day when I got a call from the weird 1-390340928302984 number, which meant the hospital. Usually these make me briefly nervous as I never know what to expect. I answered and it was Nolan’s nurse, she was like “Hey Chris, Dr. Peeler would like to speak with you.” I became more nervous because I was worried something had gone terribly wrong, I remember that I suddenly stood up in my seat in the middle of my office. Dr. Peeler came on the line and was to the point: “I’d like to close his chest up and need your authorization.” I was like:
There was a long pause before I was like “Ummmm….so what makes you think he’s ready now? I mean, this is the third attempt.” Dr. Peeler gave is own long pause, “Well…….the swelling has gone down. It’s as good a time as any.” I sighed loudly and gave him the ok. I figured that if anyone knew what he was doing, it was Dr. Peeler, but I just had my doubts due to the past 2 attempts. Then I waited….and waited. I definitely couldn’t concentrate on my work, so I decided to have lunch in the conference room with some co-workers in the hopes they’d keep my mind off it for a bit. Yeah right, all I did was push around my food with my fork and my co-workers knew what I was waiting for. Finally the phone rang: 1-3907239071241242114. I jumped right up and ran into the closest empty office. Before answering the phone I was like OHGODOHGODOHGOD.
It was Dr. Peeler. “Mr. Perez, we successfully closed the chest.” I was blank. Say what? The first thing out of my mouth was “Are you sure? Like…are you SURE?” As if Dr. Peeler is not some world-renowned pediatric heart surgeon but some dude off craigslist or something. His answer was something like “Yes, he’s stable and it looks good.” He could’ve easily said “Hey moron, I know what I’m doing, ok?” and I wouldn’t have been offended because I was PUMPED. I thanked him a billion times before he handed over the phone to the nurse. I thanked her too then excitedly called my wife. We were both still a tiny bit skeptical considering the past attempts, but it was hard to keep in the joy. I walked into the conference room, where my co-workers waited anxiously and I said two words: CHEST. CLOSED. And they cheered. And I was like:
I couldn’t wait to get to the hospital that night. The first big step post-surgery was done and he was looking strong. I also realized that it was January 10th, which was Nolan’s one-month birthday: