Mid-op

Hi! I'm blogging from Children's Hospital. There are a lot of interesting little stories I could share, like how AwesomeCloud practiced going up and down stairs for 2 hours - after being on a clear liquids diet for 36 hours! - while the hospital staff failed to inform us that our room was ready. I had eaten very little, myself, trying to avoid stuffing my face in front of poor Cloud, and I was about ready to collapse by the time we got to the room. Cloud, however, was a sprightly lil guy right up until the moment it dawned on him that he was in the HOSPITAL (eeeek!)

Poor kid. The buildup to surgery was almost worse than the surgery.

Awesome kid, though. In between crying fits, he is consistently able to pull himself together and concentrate on a distracting game. For instance, this morning a doctor woke him up at 5:30 AM while checking on him, so I spent the next 2 hours distracting him with a flashlight, and he awesomely giggled and played along in spite of the fact that he was lying in a terrifying hospital crib with tubes coming out of him every which way.

Also, he soaked my jeans, which is not his fault at all, but it means I'm wandering around in pajama bottoms and a baggy sweatshirt all day, awaiting my husband and my other pair of jeans tonight. Eh, I don't care. People don't stare much here.

He's in the OR as I type this, and as soon as I get offline I'm going back up to the surgery waiting room for another update. I was going to walk around in the sunshine, but time is flying this morning - oddly enough - and he may actually be done by the time i get back up there.

I'm sleep deprived and still recovering from this awful cold, and I can't say I'm thrilled to be going through this adventure alone, but all in all I'm feeling pretty good about it all. My kid's a champion at recovering and bouncing back. I'm taking inspiration from him. And we expect family and friends to drop by every night.... in addition to Daddy. :)