He's Gonna Live!

Just for anyone who was thinking of us, Baby Boy's surgery went well, and he's home safe and sound. We're just taking it easy as he is extremely grouchy when he wakes up from anesthesia and it takes a while for it to flush out of his system.


Oh, and just for kicks, Mom #2 woke up with a raging flu. So she was unable to help me get everything together and get me out of the house on time. Now, this is one of Mom #2's major job functions. It is her job to get me out of the house for any class, extra-curricular activity, social event, or appointment on time. I am habitually and perpetually late to everything. I don't do it on purpose; I don't think I'm better than anyone else; I don't think I'm worth waiting for or anything like that. I have read all the psycho mumbo-jumbo and none of it applies to me. I am just always running late!


So, of course, I was running late to the hospital. It really didn't help that I was trying not to breathe or allow Baby Boy to breathe all morning, because (per the rules and I know them by heart) if he had thrown up, run a fever, or had excessive mucus in the 24 hours prior to surgery, then no surgery for him. No one wants surgery, but really the worse kind of surgery is re-scheduled surgery after you've already planned your entire life around this one hospital visit.


Anywho . . . here's a look at him after the nurse had already taken his vitals, but before the doctor to came in and talk with us. Still trying to keep his spirits up.




I'm off to take care of my Baby Boy!


. . . until next time . . .


Smooches!