Wednesday, September 21, 2011
My youngest son's surgery went well, though it'll be another week until we get the rest of the results back. OO-RAH! It was rough, waiting without word for hours, but the time finally came when it was all over with. But the most difficult part was watching him being put under general anesthesia. He took it like a trooper. Before he succumbed he kept saying "Daddy, Daddy". That was the hardest thing I ever had to endure as a parent. I felt like I was abandoning him when I had to leave the operating room. Fortunately it all went well. The procedure was a success, and he awoke normally, aside from the soreness and moodiness from the anesthesia. The doctors and nurses were all very impressed with his recovery, especially for being only two. Now is the time to relax and regain some much lost sleep! Keep on keepin' on!