Easy peasy! Everything went smoothly, and right on schedule.
Let me just say, first, that 3:30 is an UNGODLY hour to be up. Finn and I crept out of the house while everyone else was still asleep (okay, I had to wake Michael up to ask him how to open the trunk of his car . . .), and we got to the surgery center at 5:00 a.m. as instructed. Finn was first on the surgery schedule, and they took us right back to pre-op where we hung out for about an hour and the nurse came and asked questions, filled out forms, etc. Then they took him back at 6:00 a.m., right on schdule (and I didn't cry!), I went out to the lobby to wait, and they had me back in the recovery room with him at 6:17 a.m., I kid you not - that's how quick the procedure was.
He woke up shortly after, pretty crabby, I nursed him and we sat there for a short while, and then we were on our way. I swear, if I hadn't had to stop at the store on the way home for cotton for his ears, I would have been home in time to take the kids to school.
As we were leaving, the nurse said gaily, "See you for your next set!" Pfft. Okay, I know that chances are he'll have to go through this more than once, but that irritated me.
Also, just for the record, I am getting tired of hearing professional people, like doctors, nurses, therapists, etc., continually refer to it as "Down's." Blah. I know, a small thing in the grand scheme, but geez. I can understand lay-people not knowing the correct terminology, but the professionals who are dealing with Down syndrome on a pretty regular basis? Come on. I bring it up because the pre-op nurse who was taking down his information said to me, "So, aside from the Down's, there's nothing wrong with him?" "Ummm, yeah . . . and they tell me he's retarded," I wanted to say.
Anyhoo, here's the big boy before -
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