All done!

K's surgery is behind us.

He is a remarkable little boy. We took him to the hospital this morning and he was in good spirits despite the fact that he couldn't eat or drink anything.

We sat in the waiting area for almost an hour before we were taken into the surgical area. K waited rather patiently.

The nurse took his blood pressure, pulse-ox, weight and temperature, then gave him his special surgery PJs to wear. He was also given a super-cool surgical hat that he got to keep. (I scanned the Polaroid the nurse took of us...I don't know why Craig turned half b&w.)

I am not looking at the camera because I was crying. They'd just brought out a little girl from surgery who was crying for her mommy who, inexplicably, was not waiting for her daughter and had to be paged to come to her bedside.

K, however, was having a blast as you can see from the photo. He was watching Cars and busily wrapping the nurse around his little finger.

The anesthesiologist came to explain things to us, then left again. She came back shortly to get the little man. He took her hand and walked to the OR as though he was going to go play with some new friends.

Twenty minutes later, they wheeled him back to us. He was just waking up and very floppy, but otherwise fine. No screaming or crying this time.

He simply woke up, got some yummy juice and crackers, then asked for and ate FOUR popsicles.

The nurse marked his ear with his initial so the doctors would operate on the correct ear...

On our way out of the hospital K remarked "That was fun!"

An older lady overheard him and said "I bet that's the first time anyone's said that!"

That's my boy!