Finally, it was Connor's turn for surgery. The doctor and the anesthesiologist and the nurse came out to walk us back. We got to take him to the operating room and kiss him good-bye and then the nurse took him so they could hook his IV up. All the way down the hall I could hear my baby calling for mommy. Talk about breaking my heart. So, of course, all the way down the hall mommy cried and Daddy kept telling me it would be ok.
Not too long after the doctor was back out in the waiting room telling me to come with him and that it went really well. As I entered the room I could hear my Connor snoring! Really loud snoring! Boy, was he getting a good nap. I sat down by him and held his hand until he started to wake up. Then the nurse started trying to dress him because he was getting cold and he got really upset. He kept trying to sit up and started crying. He was so confused and sleepy.
I know in my heart that all the many, many prayers that went up on Connor's behalf had everything to do with the positive results we have gotten so far.
Are we out of the woods yet? NO, but we sure feel like we are headed down the right path now.

