Henry's Big Day.

Thanks for all your prayers this morning.

Here's a little recap:

It was so early, we were all a little out of it.

We took H straight from bed to his carseat at 5:45am and were at the hospital by 6:20.

H was such a good little patient getting his gown and bands on. His favorite accessory was the hat though.

Waiting for the doctor to arrive. J started getting ready to go in with H, see his slippers.

H definitely warmed up and became his busy self while we were waiting.

The surgery itself only took about 30 minutes. They let J go in the room while they put H under, but due to my "condition", they wouldn't let me go in. (My condition being that I am 9 months pregnant.) I was more than bummed about that.

H did great going under and J was out with me in no time. Because the birthmark was on H's back they had to intubate him and have him on his tummy which made the waking up part not very fun. The doctor came and saw J and I right away and gave us a run down of things and before long I could hear H down the hall in recovery. There is something to be said about a mother knowing the sound of her child, just by his little coughs and gasps and eventual tears, down a hallway and through a metal doorway, I knew that was my son.

It was really hard to wait for them to bring him out to us but when the nurse finally did I felt the same way I did when they handed him to me when he was born. Overwhelmed with love.

He slept like this for quite awhile.

Finally we got him moving and dressed and brought him home. We were in the car by 9am. It seemed like so much longer than that but it was quick and easy.

By 10:30am, he looked like this at home:

Modeling his hat.

I have to tell you, he went into the operating room with that exact same grin on his face.

He's a trooper that's for sure.

This morning while we waited for what seemed like ages (though in reality wasn't very long at all) J and I couldn't help but comment on how thankful we are for healthy children. H was going in for a minor, easy procedure, there are many parents who are bringing their children in for much more complex and serious surgeries, time and time again. We are truly, truly blessed and take so much, especially the health of ourselves and our family, for granted.