Kid in Surgery

Stephanie's two year old, Zac, is having surgery this morning to remove a cyst growing under his chin. Apparently, the cyst isn't the kind that the doctor thought it was, and they are going to take him to the hospital, and keep him over night. I've been in his life for a little over a year now, and it's really hard for me to stay away right now, but I have to. His dad's there with him, and it isn't my place to go there, and make his dad feel more uncomfortable than I'm sure he already does, having his kid living with another man.

But still, it's kind of hard. For about eight months, the kid called me daddy, and I don't treat him any different than I would my own kid. Now, I never encouraged him calling me that. Every time he said it, I corrected him, until finally he does call me Mat now. He has a dad, and I know how upset I would be if Abbey were to start calling some other guy 'dad'. But I'm the guy who plays with him, and changes his diapers, and sits with him in my lap while we watch cartoons, and makes him food, and pushes him around on his little wheelie things, and well, you get the picture. Just kind of stressing out, hoping he's okay, and wishing I could be there for him, and for her today.