Phew

That's me breathing a huge sigh of relief after baby's surgery went off without a hitch. I had problems sleeping last night, first because of the pre-night jitters (I felt like the day before my wedding or the day before my C-sections) and secondly because my cleaning lady actually rearranged all the furniture in our bedroom (how she had the strength to do so I do not know) and that just made me feel all weird. It's not a bad new set up, it just felt odd.

For those of you who don't know he was getting surgery for an undescended testicle. I'm a little embarrassed to put that on Facebook but I figure if you're here you care enough and I can let you know. :) Oftentimes they do find a hernia though, and he had a pretty big one, so they fixed that as well. That made the surgery last 100 minutes though so Jose was freaking out a bit because he really thought it would be shorter.

When they gave him the anesthesia that was probably the hardest two minutes of my life. I know I shouldn't be a fatalist, but I just kept thinking I can't believe I'm having them put him to sleep, what if he never comes back from this? And then when I saw his tiny little body in that gurney it just about killed me. He was a real champ the whole way through, during the pre-op, the anesthesia and then when he woke up. It does kinda freak me out when I see the scars; maybe I'll take pictures of them after it's no longer freaking me out.

He's sleeping now, he had a type of epidural block for the pain (when I heard that I almost fainted!) so he'll be sleeping a lot the first 24 hours I guess.

This whole experience has been an emotional roller coaster for me, I know it's not a big deal but seeing your baby have to go through ANYTHING is a lot to handle. I think I need to go running now to let off some steam...