M has been in a lot of pain off and on during the last three weeks. We've thought it was anything from a peanut intolerance to constipation.
In the last week, though, our thoughts turned towards something intestinal, and this afternoon, our suspicions were confirmed.
Poor M has a hernia.
We knew this was a possibility, since he was born with a hydrocele; but, from what I've read, most babies who get hernias get them before their first birthday.
M is 15 months old.
Of course, we have no idea how long he's had this. It hasn't seemed to have bothered him (at least not that we've known) until recently.
So, now we're just waiting to hear back from the doctor. He's calling around trying to find us a pediatric surgeon who can get M in as quickly as possible.
My baby has to have surgery!!!
I haven't freaked out about this yet. I probably won't until everything is scheduled and in place and I'm actually in the hospital with him.
At least, I hope I won't until then.
Because, seriously? My baby has to have surgery, and it makes me want to cry.