Yesterday, The Bug had to have an outpatient procedure done at The Childrens Hospital. It was a procedure that could have been done normally in the doctor's office, but because of his giant-sized tonsils, they had to schedule it at the hospital so an anethesiologist could help.

It wasn't the procedure itself that freaked me out. I mean, it is what it is and it had to be taken care of. But the anesthesia? Ugh. I totally trust them and their profession, but no one really likes the idea of their kid going under.

But speaking of the anesthesiologist, she rocked. They let me go back with him, and she explained to HDToddler that he got to go on a really cool rocket ship ride and in no time at all, he'd be bouncing on along on cotton ball clouds. He was so excited and ready to go. I loved how easy she made it for him, and how sweet she was to him.

It took my son about four extra hours to wake up from the anesthesia. His oxygen levels kept dipping down so they required him to have some help from the oxygen mask. I sat and rocked my baby in the recovery room, thinking, "He is my entire world."


Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone

PS The photo was taken a while back when HDToddler told me he'd 'hide' from me. He laid on the floor, covered himself up with a blanket, and giggled.