Mr. Henry is about four and a half years old.
He had had some issues with hernias lately.
We chose to take care of them now when he is young.
We had no idea how he would do with this experience.
And once again, he has proven how much he has grown in this last year.
He surpassed my expectations all morning with his popsicle and jello diet.
He listened to the nurse tell him about the surgery. So brave.
And then his mom and dad each got a special job.
He had a choice to lay on a bed or sit on a lap while he fell asleep.
He reached for my hand and said, "mama."
So he snuggled on my lap, started out holding the mask up to his face, and then ended up holding his daddy's hand and his mama's hand and drifting off to sleep. So peacefully.
Of course my moment wasn't captured on film.
But always, in my heart.
This was what was right for our family.
For our Henry.
Many gave advice on whether we should be with him during this part or not.
Sitting so he couldn't see my face, but could feel my heart beat, hear me whisper, and hold our hands...this was how he felt safe.
We are the experts on Henry.
When he woke up he wanted us.
We came as quickly as we could.
He snuggled on his daddy's lap and calmed (thanks to some morphine) and the warmth of his daddy's chest.
And he slept.
And then we arrived home, he perked right up when he saw his big brother.
I don't doubt that he might have a little pain in the next few days.
But this kiddo isn't going to let this hold him back for very long.
He is one brave, strong, and resilent kiddo.
We love you Henry.
Thank you for all the thoughts, prayers, and well wishes.
Henry, Ed, and I are definitely supported by so many friends and family.