can’t sleep

Arg. My stomach hurts. I took some stool softeners (for the obvious reason) and I’m hoping this passes by morning.

Which is really why I’m awake…bleh.

Our friends had a baby last Tuesday, and they asked me last night (few hours ago?) if I would mind driving them to the doctor with him in the morning because their van has no a/c right now and it’s humid/hot. So of course I will.

I’m just reaaallly ill at ease because his appt in the morning is to have him circumsized.

If you’ve read me from the beginning…

This so turns my stomach.

I’m not anything like I used to be. I just can’t bring myself to be as pushy anymore, it does nothing but make people defensive and any point you try to make is then rendered moot and lost. I do still give information but in a more docile way.

So if I knew for a fact they were just 100% sure they wanted this and knew what it entailed, I could respect that as their child, their decision.

Which I still would, only they’re NOT sure. The father isn’t sure but he is the type where it bothers him thinking of what is going to happen and doesn’t want to think about it, just wants it done so he doesn’t HAVE to think about it and make the decision. His first son was done in the hospital and he wouldn’t have had time to second guess.

I feel for him. He took Dave outside and asked him what he should do. Dave told him not to, I told Dave he should have had him talk to me because Dave doesn’t really know as much and couldn’t give him a good reason.

Hell Malakai (yes that’s a whole other entry) told her to let him grow up and decide then if he wanted it done. And for another matter, Dave’s cousin (who was also here) mentioned to her that he’s also against it as well. (Which was odd to find out, I really didn’t know)

His mom told her that she thinks they messed up his first son’s circ as well…although I didn’t find out why. So she’s worried about it.

She’s (our friend) worried because her brother (who is 20 now) decided last year to get circumsized and was upset at their mom for NOT doing it.

Hell. I didn’t tell her but I will, I’d much rather my child be pissed at me and have it done later than be pissed at me for having something done that can’t be reversed.

I don’t know. She didn’t have a clue about what they do and when I told her (and I didn’t use shock and awe statements, honest – just what they do)…she asked him when he walked in if they had to have it done.

Which prompted him to asking Dave and calling his stepdad and all manner of conversation which I hadn’t intended to start and felt bad about it but at the same time, like I said I’d much rather them KNOW what they’re doing than blindly having it done and regretting it for WHATEVER reason later.

She told him she’d end up having to leave the building, he told her he couldn’t stand to see/listen to it and joked with me that I’d have to stay there.

Oh no. I told him I’d be sick if I did. And I would.

But I’m driving them tomorrow. I will ask if they’re sure. But the idea just pains me. Not my child but it still….didn’t bother me as much until I realized they weren’t sure.

*sigh* I wouldn’t have said anything but she asked. He asked. I just thought they already knew…but then I guess I shouldn’t have assumed. I feel for all three of them.