This boy was NOT happy about having to put on a hospital gown even if it had cute tigers on it. They brought him a warmed blanket andI laid down in the bed with him because he refused to get in it and after a short time he fell asleep (getting up at 5 am does that).
He woke up when the anestheologist came in and seemed to be fine...that was until they put up the bars and started wheeling him away from his mommy. I think I was a bit more freaked out than him though. I didn't know what to do with myself and was informed that I'd be spending the next hour or so in the waiting room. The doctor came out and said everything went well and then another 50 min of waiting ensued. He had a difficult time coming out of the anesthesia.
But here he is afterward. The nurse told me that he didn't want to see me until he had his pants back on. Silly kid. He was very quiet for himself and couldn't walk straight. Super happy about the popsicle though AND the three cups of juice...so spoiled. I love him so much and I'm really grateful for modern medicine. Aaron can hear again.