We made it through surgery.

Once he was in the operating room they gave him scented gas to put him to sleep. They did the painful things like iv and the epidural once he was asleep. The surgery didn't even take an hour.

Dallas had ran down stairs to get us something to eat while we waited and I chatted with other waiting parents. They called my name and took me to a consultation room. I started to panic and called Dallas. Most of the doctors had come out into the waiting room and told the parents about the surgery and how their child was doing. Why were we in a consultation room??? Was something wrong with my baby??? Why the hell won't Dallas answer his phone??? I tried to calm down and wait for the doctor. I was starting to pace in the room when I saw Dallas looking in the window over his strategically constructed food and drink tower. I was at once relieved that he was now in the room with me. Whatever they had to tell me I could deal with now.

The doctor came in and told us everything went well. Apparently he always pulls his patients in the room to give them privacy. Oh my goodness what a relief. We went back into the waiting room and waited for them to call us when Ethan started waking up. We ate our breakfast and all I could think was "Okay, just wake up and we are good."

It wasn't too long before they came out and called our name. We both jumped up and ran in the room. Our little man was in the very back of the room and was stretching like he had a great nap. I picked him up and held him. It felt so good to hold him as he held on tight to my neck as I rocked him. It took him a while to wake up and Dallas and I traded turns rocking him until then.

Once he was good and awake we needed to get him to drink something. He was not interested in his sippy cup so the nurse suggested a popsicle. She brought us one of those rainbow popsicles that you had in elementary school. He has never had a popsicle so he had no idea why we were trying to put that big toy looking object in his mouth. He finally decided to trust us and that was all it took. He ate the entire thing in a minute biting off an entire color with each bite. I thought he probably shouldn't eat this entire thing but there was no stopping him.

All we had to do now was wait to be checked out. At this point Ethan wanted to go exploring this new room full of gadgets so we were eager to go. The check out process took a little longer than I would have liked but we were fine. They ask us if Ethan would like a wagon and we said of course. I tried to prop his pillow up in the wagon so he could see but he didn't want it that way. He wanted to lay flat so he scooted down and laid flat on the bottom. I covered him with his blanket, gave him bear, and we were on our way home. He watched so intently while he was escorted out in his wagon. The nurse said he looked like one that would cry when she took the wagon and sure enough he did. We put him in the car and he reached for the wagon crying. He looked so funny laying on the bottom of that thing not moving one muscle.

We had to stop a couple of times on the way home because he kept throwing up different colors of the rainbow popsicle from the anesthesia. Once we arrived home him and I sat in the recliner and he ate crackers and watched tv. He ended up eating half of a package of crackers and two plain pancakes with water. I was sure he would sleep the rest of the day but I was so wrong. We got him to nap for about an hour and half then he got up to eat again. We pretty much laid in our bed and watched tv most of the day. He wanted to get up and run around and we couldn't allow him to. Once Paige got home their was no stopping him he wanted to play with her. I was so shocked! I thought he would be miserable not running around stressing us out about ripping stitches.

We gave him his pain medicine and put them both to bed. I was now very worried about what tomorrow would be like trying to keep him still...