The surgery went well. Bubs did a great job. He was a doll before the procedure; played with his Leap Pad, read three books, and then we realized they had Playhouse Disney for us to watch! He drank a little drug cocktail at 8:30 and then they came to get him at 8:45. He kissed me goodbye and rode away in a Radio Flyer wagon.

I then slept for over an hour on the hospital bed.

Surgery was over by 10:30 – they didn’t even start until just before 10:00AM. He didn’t really wake up until 1:30PM. He drank some juice, ate graham crackers, went potty, puked all over mommy, went back to bed.

We left the hospital around 3:00PM – me sporting my new St. John’s scrubs and Bubba wearing cute blue sunglasses to protect him from the bright sun.

He went to bed at 6:30 without a fuss.

Thank you for your prayers. God was gracious.

I took this picture this morning, but the actual tragedy hair cut happened on Dec. 4 so I thought I would let it count. This is the result of the instructions – “I want you to trim it up to just under her ears, under cut so that it will lay nicely.” Well, there is definitely nothing “under cut” about it. She went over board for sure.