7:45 am Monday from waiting room

We've already kissed our good cowboy goodbye, as he was rolled away in his little hospital outfit with 8 thousand wires in his hand. He was in good spirits and glad to be going back to sleep, I think. He seems so fearless; it's really remarkable.

He was most worried that they would catheterize him--something he really hates--not knowing that he doesn't have a bladder. We thought maybe he should write them a big note in that particular area in permanent marker sharpie. Well, we thought that was funny as heck until the anesthesiologist announced they were about to catheterize him.

"No! He doesn't have a bladder!" Mama Bear to the defense.

"Oh. He doesn't?" (HALP! They didn't KNOW that?) See? The sharpie idea wasn't all that bad!

Bullet dodged.

Anyway, back in the waiting room: So far, we haven't been able ("we" means John Paul, Emma, and me) to locate an electric outlet in the waiting room, but I did bring a reeeeeeeeeallly long extension cord. However, if we can't find an outlet, I don't know how often I can update. I'll write again, once this problem is solved.

If you look at the clock around 9 am, think of the valient cowpoke. :)

Love to all for now, and THANK YOU for the amazing emails you're sending!
Beth