Evan got circumcised today and for some reason I felt the need to be in the room with him. I think it was a mixture of needing to be there as a father/parent and also a bit of curiosity. I was OK during the procedure, I think, but when Kimberly came back into the room (she didn’t want to witness the event) she said I looked really flushed. After a few more hours of me being uptight, cranky, and whatnot Kimberly let me know that I was being a bit “over the edge”.
Then, after I changed his diaper a few minutes ago I started crying because my little boy was in pain. Now I know that he won’t remember this (I sure don’t remember mine), I know it heals in a relatively short time, and I know that it’s what we both wanted for him. But I can’t help feeling bad for him since I know it must hurt like hell right about now.