What exactly were we worried about?

Today was a breeze and I even feel guilty having got worked up about it. The two most difficult moments were waking up at 4:45 and trying to get Jimmy to relax and let them take his blood pressure (they never did get while he was awake).

All dressed up and ready to go.

Chillin' waiting for my turn.

Loving Daddy. This is probably around 8AM

Playing with the awesome Children's nurses. As the nurse said, you cannot go wrong with bubbles.


Check out the clock in the background. This would be around 20 minutes after his surgery. See the difference from the picture with Daddy up above? No? Well, neither did we.

Home and having breakfast - FINALLY - at 9:45.

We had packed up thinking we would be there at least until later on the morning. We were both thinking if we got him by noon - fantastic.

They had told us it was easy. They had told us it was fast. They had told us if he had been younger they wouldn't have even brought him to the operating room. We just didn't get what that meant. Whenever anyone says surgery you think complicated. Not so much. We had checked in with the hospitality room attendant and were thinking we could go grab some food and she looked at us like we were crazy. When the Surgeon was out giving us our update after the surgery had been completed 7 minutes later we understood why she didn't want us to leave!

We have not even given him any Tylenol yet. Right now he is sleeping (his tiredness paired with his hunger and the fact the nurse messing with him for his little mini-physical was a mini-torture were our only problems). Thinking of our friends and family who have had to go through so much worse... well, we canot complain... And we cannot believe how strong they were.