Recovering

Eli's surgery went well.  The two parts I dreaded the most went better than expected.

I was not looking forward to withholding food from him in the morning.  The boy is ravenous in the morning, so I was expecting it to get ugly.  He asked for a snack a couple of times, and then he moved on.  This was especially impressive given that the one TV show we turned on to keep him busy this morning was all about breakfast.  Of course it was.

I was also wary of that period of time where the anesthesia is wearing off.  Last time he had anesthesia he was a mess – a howling, disoriented, kicking, thrashing mess.  I steeled myself for more of the same, but it was much better this time.  He was still disoriented, and it took him a good 15 minutes to stop crying, but he let us hold him instead of fighting us the whole time.

We spent the afternoon snuggling on the couch.  I hate that he was not feeling well, but it was sweet and precious to have my boy that never sits still nestled in the crook of my arm for most of the afternoon.  I wished him better and soaked up every snuggly minute at the same time.

By dinner time he was bopping around the house, peeing like a champ.  For all you guys who spend a weekend moaning on the couch with frozen peas on your crotch after your vasectomy?  My boy can show you how it's really done.

Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers.  We felt them.  Now say just one more for me:  I have to spend the next 7 days keeping the boy off his beloved bike.