I think she means
"lucky
boy"
We had discussed circumcision with the
doctor and agreed to have it done. He said
he would do it after birth. Knowing what I
know now, I should have asked when after
birth! As soon as I gave birth to Conner, the
doctor took him from my vagina, wrapped him
in a cloth, and had him taken over to the
nurses counter, without letting me so much
as hold him. They spent a minute checking
vital signs and clearing the gunk away first.
At this point I thought that they would give
me Conner back, but they didn't. Conner had
not yet been alive for five minutes, when the
doc strapped him down to a board on the
table. I could only watch as the doc spread a
blanket over Conner, popped his penis
through a hole and crammed a probe in it.
Poor Conner, 5 minutes old, who had not been
held by his mommy, and who had not even
stopped crying from the delivery, began
screaming. Hubby stood there in silence, and
l asked the doc what he was doing. The doc
simply responded, "Why circumcising your
baby! This is what you wanted!" I could only
sit there as he kept scraping between the
head and the foreskin, again and again, trying
to separate the membrane. Conner
screamed and screamed, but the doctor only
stopped for a moment to tighten the Velcro
holding my son down. He then picked up
some scissors, and made a slit in the
foreskin. He then crammed in a metal bell
and pulled up the skin around it. To the
sounds of Conner's screams, he took a pin
and stuck it in the foreskin to hold it in place.
He then put a clamp around the skin and
tightened a bolt. With each twist the screams
got louder, screams that I thought were as
loud as could be, kept getting louder. With a
final twist, the doctor set the clamp down and
left him on the table. He switched gloves and
helped me deliver the placenta, with my sons
wails in the background. Five minutes later,
went back to Conner, picked up a scalpel, and
sliced off the skin. He removed the bell then
to reveal an angry red glans, completely free
of skin and pointina strainht un He then
callously wiped the super-sensitive glans with
gauze, which made Conner shriek even more.
He then picked up a pair of scissors and
made a final cut to remove, what I know now
is, the frenulum. Conner continued to wail as
the glans was wiped once again, bandaged
and diapered. A nurse then removed my
shaking boy and handed him to me, after 12
minutes on a board of his 17 minutes of life.
When l asked why it had been done so soon,
the doctor responded that he wanted my son
to get circumcision out of the way, and since
he had been done so close to birth, he was
disoriented and did not need anesthesia.
Conner was scalped completely, and
although he is only 2, the skin is still taught
and there is no slack left whatsoever. My
poor boy.
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