The day of his surgery was so hard. He was such a brave little boy, having a party in the hospital up until the time they took him away. This is when I lost it. That sweet little face looking at Bill and I like- aren't you coming with me? I absolutely lost it. Cried harder than I have, in years.
His surgery was not long at all. The poor receptionist felt horrible with how upset I was. When they called and told her to bring me into a room because the surgery was over she actually went back to make sure so I didn't get upset again for no reason. She was so sweet.
He came through like a champ and is doing 100% better now. Onward and upward to better things! I leave you with a picture of our little man right before he went in for surgery. I told my husband he needs a pony, but BOO he says no......
