Brighton's trip to the hospital

Today we took Brighton to the hospital to have surgery done on his man parts. That's what I like to call them. We had to be there bright and early at 5:30, which means we had to leave the house at 4:45. I looked at the clock at least every hour last night because I was sure something would happen and the alarm wouldn't go off and then we'd have to pick a new day to do this all over again. Brighton woke up in a great mood. He was excited to get in the car and go. We go to Women and Children's and they took us on back to the Pediatric pre-op area. Brighton got his own little yellow gown to wear and had a great time being looked in his cage.

We played in the playroom for a bit, and then it was time to take him back. The nurse just held out her arms, he went right to her and sat with her on her hip while she finished talking to us. (That never happens with Brighton. He's the "drop off and hide" kind of baby.) So finally she took him away and we went out to the waiting room to wait.

The surgery was successful and I got to go back when they were just waking him up. He never cried. He talked a bit, drank some juice, threw it up, and dozed for a bit. After we had been in recovery, for a good long time, we got to go home.

He sat in his seat like a big boy, threw up all over everything again, and then fell asleep.

He moaned and slept off and on for about 7 hours and then decided he was all better. Since then he's been up walking, scooting, and acting pretty much like normal. It must be great to be a kid!