Today I had “the procedure”. You know that one that stops you from procreating, that one. No more little Rumans coming from this man.
My “oh crap” moment happened while I was sitting in the waiting room to be called back for the procedure. I overheard the receptionist talking to a nurse, “this lady wants to schedule a reversal” she said. The nurse hollered back “She needs to have the $4,000 up front before we can schedule it.”
What?
About 5 minutes before that I signed a paper saying “You understand this procedure is irreversible.”
“Okay, which one is it” I thought.
“Mike Ruman … c’mon back.”
Looking back I laugh a bit, but not too much cause I’m still in pain. Things like this happen to me a lot. My life is filled with irony. But, I like irony. And I like my life.
The procedure was not as bad as I thought. Even the initial numbing wasn’t bad. I’ve heard the second day can be worse, so I’m not gonna say I’m in the clear quite yet.
Now that it’s done I can reflect a little bit. I thought I’d have more emotions before today. I still don’t consider myself old, or even an adult, yet I’m done making babies? Maybe it just hasn’t set in yet.
Either way I have more of an appreciation of what women, and in particular my wife Lisa go through for child bearing. I am by no means comparing my procedure with child bearing, but I do know what it feels like to be sore down “there”. And then to have to take care of a baby AFTER you birthed it is incredible.
My blog is random. This post is filed under Parenting. I hope it fits.


















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