Baron's surgery!!!!!

What a day. Again, I have to say it just one more time; He is such a friggin trooper. Dr. Newman, one of my most favoritist peoples in the world, sat us down (again) and told what was gonna happen and what to expect and all that what-not. Said the procedure should only take about an hour. Well, when we were waiting, in the waiting room, we watched an hour go by. And then fifteen minutes more and then five minutes more and then minute after minute clicked by, each one infinitly longer than the one before. And then we heard the pager go off on the receptionists desk and we held our breath as she looked at the message on the pager, put it down and started to get up as she looked our way and saw all five of us (myself,wifey,sis,momanddad-in-law) staring at her from across the room with expectation in our eyes. She told us we could go back and see him in about ten minutes and when I heard that, it felt like I'd won the lottery there for a second. Christina went to Baron and I talked with Dr. Newman and he told me a bunch of stuff that was way over my head and I can't remember crap anyway but the gist is that Baron had an odd hernia. He said he'd never seen one quite like it.
That's my boy.
I could go into some specifics, but I don't think I need to. He's put back together. He's going to be more sore than the average baby after this type of surgery because, well, Baron just can't do anything like a 'normal' child (I recognize that there is no such thing as a 'normal child'), but he's on some good drugs and even though I'm no advocate of the fix-everything-with-a-pill mentality I won't mind him being doped up for a few days if it will keep him from hurting.
Damn, I hate to see my son hurt. It almost puts me in a panic. It gives me a near unstoppable urge to rip the world apart to find a way to make the pain go away. Is that bad?
So, yeah, the next few days will be like the old days, when he first came home and I was up every night, all night long just watching him. Hours at a time just watching him breathe in and out, making sure that he never stopped. Yeah, maybe a little extreme but I'm not an out of control parent yet. Yet. But please, keep an eye on me and let me know when to ease up a bit. Thanx.

And now; The Moment You've All Been Waiting For....

Little bear goes in for surgery today at eleven oclock. We've waited quite a while for this moment and now that it's here I can feel the cold fingers of nervousness and anxiety tickling the back of my brain. Nothing too bad though. I have such complete confidence in Dr. Newman and that really is sooooo much piece of mind, to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is in the best hands possible. Still, I know he's gonna be scared and he's already really hungry because he's had to fast since last night so he's going to be in a bad mood no matter what. He's just like Daddy when he's hungry; A big baby.

So much has happened lately. His first fang appeared last week and is getting larger and sharper by the minute. He can stand for almost a minute without anything to hang onto. And now that cold and flu season is winding down we've taken him to a few public play areas, much to his absolute delight. His first time was at Jantzen Beach, on their little car rides. You'da thought he was in Disney Land from the smile on his face. Then Mom and I took him to the play area at Clackamas Towne Center. THAT was quite the experience for all three of us. He crawled on the outdoor playground equipment at the Community Center yesterday. His climbing abiltiy is astounding.
Well, I guess I need to start getting ready for this. Wish us luck!!