Our day started early--right around 5:00 am.--and I think it's been one of the longest ever. We checked in at the surgery desk at 6:30, went back to the pre-op room around 7:30 (where we met with the entire team of caregivers and played with lots of fun toys), and then turned our sweet boy over to the surgeon around 8:15. Then we waited. And in the words of Inigo Montoya: I hate waiting. The surgery was supposed to last an hour, but ended up being about an hour and a half because Weston had lots of mucous in his lungs and sinuses that had to be removed and which necessitated several breathing treatments. The surgeon finally came out to talk to us at about 9:45 and a little while later we got to go back and be with our little man. They had to give him another breathing treatment just as he was coming out of anesthesia, and as he was very disoriented, it made him quite angry. He stiffened his body and held his breath in an attempt to keep the breathing treatment away, to no avail. We arrived just after that to a very sad boy, but our presence helped to calm him down considerably. Then we began another round of waiting--but at least this time I could be with Weston, knowing exactly what was going on with him. During that time there was snorting, crying, rocking, sleeping and a few funny comments. At one point, after Weston had been asleep for a while and woke up quite uncomfortable, he said his teeth were hurting (which was really just deferred pain from his throat). Then he fell into a weeping spell and said, "Mom, I just have so many problems." I was stroking his hair and told him to tell me about his problems. He looked up at me with his wet eyes and said, "Mom, I can't remember any of the things I was going to tell you." Later, a nurse asked him what his favorite shows were to watch on TV. Without hesitating, he said, "I like Barney and John Wayne," which the entire nursing staff got the biggest kick out of. All in all, Weston did great. Already we can tell that his hearing and speaking are improved. He still has a couple of rough days ahead of him, but at least this is one that he (and I!) won't have to repeat. Thank you all for your kind words and your thoughts and prayers. We appreciate them more than you could possibly know.