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.