But it is a big deal. Poor little Gunner has no idea what's coming, and I guess that's a good thing. I am mostly worrying about the logistics of the whole thing. He can't eat breakfast in the morning prior to the surgery, nor can he have anything to drink past 6:30 in the morning, which means that he probably won't get anything at all since he'll still be asleep at that point. This also means that we will be dealing with an incredibly hungry and cranky toddler who is in a strange place and dealing with strange things and people. Not a recipe for success. And then there are the logistics of taking care of my post-op toddler. I don't know what to expect about how he will handle it, what he will need, or how he will feel.
I just hope that he responds well to the pain medications, and that he doesn't really remember the whole experience. I also have to deal with the guilt I am feeling about putting him through this in the first place. It needs to be done, but I still have horrible guilt about taking him to the hospital to "be hurt". And I feel so badly for him and his sweet little self to go through something like this.
Please say a prayer for us.