Today was Garrett's day of surgery for his blocked tear duct. He did so well! He loved standing in that crib and looking out at the city of St. Paul. He was such an easy going boy that the nurses and doctors kept asking if he had actually missed his breakfast (as you must do when having general anesthesia). I think it was more fun for him than anything else.
I think he felt like he was flying being up so high surrounded by windows. Those people at Children's Hospital knew what they were doing when they designed those rooms. Babies love them!
This is how they could tell who he was without always checking his ID bracelet!
Administering the anesthetic. The nurse couldn't believe he was being so calm. They said most babies wiggle and try to get away from it, but G just sat there and went with it. I hope this doesn't forbode a life of liking mood-altering chemicals.
Baby passed out. He was a limp little biscuit. He was out, but his eyes were open. It was the weirdest thing!
In about half and hour, we were back to mom's arms with our blankie and bottle. The marking on his face is the marking the doctor put on there (A "B" for Dr. Ballard) to make sure he probed the correct eye! Nice. That fricken purple letter is not coming off no matter what I try to clean it!
He's home now and back to semi-normal. He's a little cranky, but he's happy that we have significantly less eye wiping, I'm sure. Yay for modern medicine!
