Relief

I can not begin to explain the extreme relief I feel deep in my soul now that I am home with Sam and his surgery is all over.  We have been preparing for this exact surgery since the moment he was born.  That droopy eyelid has always been there- and I would be lying if I said I wasn't going to miss it.  But for him, and his life, this was a hurdle that we knew we would have to throw ourselves over.  And now- although bruised and hugely swollen and pretty achy- it is over.

Items of the immediate future that are of concern to me are how on earth I am going to convince this child to let me squirt his salve in his eyes 5 times a day (it's the consistency of vasoline) for the next 9 days.  He HATES it- and I can't blame him.  It coats his entire eye and makes the world blurry and watery.

Which means that his new invention of kleenex gloves might get put to good use.