It’s a Petit Garçon!
As you enter through the back entrance of a tiny hospital in Normandy, you face a choice: turn left or right.
Left leads to Maternite’, and right leads to Oncologie, Radiologie and vending machines.
I thankfully turned left.
But for a missing testicle, it’s a healthy boy!
Later, we visited the right side to echograph for the missing ball.
No biggie. It’s loosely stuck and will eventually fall by itself.
As we walked past the oncology patients punctured with needles attached to clear-colored tubes attached to beeping machines on wheels, I considered getting an Orangina from a vending machine.