When it was time for his surgery I carried Noah to the holding area while Daddy followed. Within a few minutes, after answering a bazillion questions, they loaded Noah onto a gurney and took him to the operating room. He never fussed as I gave him a bunch of kisses and he was led away. Daddy and I headed to the cafeteria to get a drink and something to eat. Within 45 minutes the ENT called and said that Noah had done great and was in recovery.
We headed back to Noah's room. About 40 minutes later, the nurse from recovery brought Noah back to his room. He was sitting up in the crib they used to transport him and asking, "Where's Mama?" It was music to my ears! I rocked him and fed him juice with a syringe for a couple of hours. When he finally woke up completely, he decided to watch some cartoons and play with his cars. He was drinking really well and everything was honky dorey. We encountered a small problem when Noah had some potty (or lack of) issues, but that was resolved. At 1:30pm Noah got to take his first ride in a wheelchair to the car. He was ecstatic about the wheelchair ride!
All in all, the day went really well. I'll leave you with a couple of pics from the day of surgery.
Right after his surgery. He was still able to give me a little smile. He is a little swollen, though. (Notice the Transformer's pillow. It's his fave right now.)
A couple hours after surgery. He and Woof Woof are relaxing in the rocker. (Did I mention he's really into Transformers right now?)
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