It's me! I would apologize for being so far behind in my blogging visits..no photo's, etc, but I know you understand. It hasn't even been a week yet...and it seems like three.
Lots of pain and discomfort but he is doing well. If you have time for a very short story, I have one for you.
Took him in Monday morning, checked in, pre-op done, Anesthesiologist visited, Doctor made his mark and spoke to us, said it would take about two hours. Not bad at all. I was sent to the waiting room. Waited and read an hour. Wandered around. Decided to dash home and let the dog out to go potty. Rushed back just in the nick of time.
Talked to the doctor...he talked, I nodded. He left, I asked Nice Lady if I could see Sweet Husband. Nope. Said it would be THREE HOURS before I could see him..but I disagreed. I was prepared to get on my knee's. I said..."Please..listen..I'll give you my first born child if you will just let me PEEK at him! I won't stay, I won't speak! I just WANT TO SEE HIM!!" Nice lady said "let me check with the nurse..."
She came back a few minutes later and yes..I could "peek" at him, and led me back to Recovery. He was wide awake and looked at me with this huge smile and said..."Whatever they gave me I want to take it home with me!" I kissed his hand burst into tears! Who knows why!! He looked great! The nurse jumped up and said "YOU need a hug!" and rushed around the bed and hugged me!
Is this a great world ...or what??? *smile*
We'll talk later, ok? I hear him calling me...what a GREAT sound!
Love and hugs to all of you...
P.S. By the way, my "first born child" is 54 years old! :)