Bionic Hubby

Carlos has a new and very expensive hobby. It's called "elective surgery." This is his 3rd surgery in the past 2 years. I told him he's done until about age 70 or something.

On April 1, 2009 he had his right ACL repaired on his knee. Fortunately, he wasn't in too much pain prior to the surgery - he just couldn't do anything active.



Here is his "I'm excited for surgery" smile (a-la-Mason). And this hospital gown - wow - it can make incredibly handsome men look geeky in seconds. Carlos is the only person who doesn't get even nervous about surgery. Freak-a-zoid!









Here is his little hand after he's been stuck with his I.V. Now, he does get queasy with needles and blood. He doesn't do very well in that department. It seems to me that he's become more sensitive as the years have gone by. I loved watching the needle go in. Freak-a-zoid!

Here's Paco post surgery. This was a much more pleasant recovery than his nose surgery. He was a lot more coherent and "with it". And he mastered the fine art of parenting from a couch. Hmmm, maybe he could be a mom someday....

Okay, so this was funny. Carlos pulled the DRAMA CARD on me which I have never witnessed before. He had his leg wrapped like this from the surgery center. He would NOT let me touch it, see it, unwrap it, etc. I was not qualified. He kept insisting that only Noel could do it. He waited until she was in town on Saturday and she came to check in on the patient. I mean he had me running to get supplies for the bandages, he was calling Noel. Blah, blah, blah.

Noel arrives and the precious "wound care" session begins. I do secretly love how much Carlos adores Noel. Okay, it isn't a secret how pleased it makes me, but Carlos was a drama mama at how apparently inept I was to unwrap ACE bandages and remove cotton gauze from his knee cap.

His bleeding was very minimal. His stitching was so interesting how the surgeon did it. He left long threads hanging to pull I guess when it was time to remove.

The 3 of us were stunned, grossed, amazed, and intrigued by all his bruising. Oh, my nasty right? He was literally purple on much of his leg. I asked his physical therapist what the freak'n deal was with his bruising because it looks like they tortured him under sedation. Evidently, my husband is just an easy bruiser.

His leg reminds me of a map of the world. It looks like the continents and the oceans only in different colors, right?

Here's Mason with his daddy on the mend. Paco had to use crutches for about 2 weeks. Mason improvised with a robotic arm grabber saying that he had a broken leg like daddy. He kept calling it his "crunch."

Paco is now off his leg brace and crutches. He is barely hobbling and is able to bike for 20 minutes. I will say he has been a stellar patient as far as doing his physical therapy exercises. Let's just hope nothing else breaks down anytime soon!!

Posting by Jen