|about 45 minutes before his surgery...ready to go|
|final vitals pre-op|
|relaxing on the way to the car|
Around 8:45 his surgeon came out and said it all went well and he was in recovery. By 9:30 he was back in our room. He was still kind of out of it, but was crying and complaining of pain. After a dose of Oxycodone, it didn't take long before he became a slug. We wheeled him out in a wagon while he clutched onto a melting popsicle. He slept on the short ride home, and took a three hour nap. When he awoke, he was a new kid.
|the oxy knocked him out!|