So, as expected, The Boy didn't go in for his surgery until well after noon. Nothing like dealing with a cranky, hungry two year old who really wants to eat... it makes me wonder, sometimes, if any of these people have ever had children or dealt with children.
We moved from our room to the surgical waiting room at 12:20, and we sat there for an hour and a half. The Boy was scared and nervous, resting on my lap with his thumb firmly implanted. He fell asleep around 1:30, and Mommy showed up soon thereafter.
I didn't realize exactly how frightened I was until she got there. I mean, it's minor surgery. Not a big deal. Except that I actually read the dangers of surgery section of the consent form and have a vivid imagination.
Surgeon came out - it's done, no problems. I have to wait to go see him, as he's not awake from the anaesthetia they gave him.
Nowthat boy can eat. We should be able to take Younger Bro home today, which would be really nice.