I'm back.

Man, alive. It's been a nut-so couple of weeks.
My little man, Gibson, is doing really well. I'm glad/ grateful/ relieved that it's not last week. I knew that it was going to be hard to hand my baby over to the doctors, but I was certainly not prepared for the reality of that situation. The surgery was delayed by an hour or so. We tried to keep him busy with trains and drawings and the movies that the nurse brought in. It was rough. He was hungry and thirsty and kept asking for juice. It was sooo hard to just try and change the subject. I'm so very happy that my mom was there. She is such a calming influence and Gibb totally adores her. When it was finally time I picked him up and Robb and my mom followed behind us. We got to the end of the hallway and the anesthesiologist reached out to take him and my heart just dropped. But he kinda took him and I grabbed onto a train that Gibb was holding and a nurse walked over and started talking to me and I let go and the doctor took Gibb away. It was probably the most empty and scary feeling I've ever felt. I mean, it was a small procedure and I trusted the men who would be taking care of him and Robb had given him the most beautiful blessing that morning and I knew that everything was going to be okay. But in that moment when I watched Gibb go around the corner, all wrapped in his train blanket, my heart stopped beating.
The surgery took longer than expected, and after abt an hour I heard a baby crying. I knew that it wasn't my Gibb, but it really put me on edge. So I stood at the door of our room. Waiting. I'll never, ever forget how he looked when they wheeled him back into the room. He looked so tiny. The bed looked so very big. They'd covered him with his train blanket and had laid his toy train and train slippers at the end of the bed. He was sleeping so sweetly. The nurse came in and said that he had gotten really upset when he'd woken up so they let him go back to sleep. We were in the recovery room for a long time. When he woke up he was very quiet and looked very confused. I sang his lullaby over and over and stroked his hair. The nurse brought him in some flavored ice. As soon as he saw it he shot up in the bed and kinda smiled. Anyway...to make a long story a bit shorter...his recovery has been pretty remarkable. He's doing great. By the evening of the surgery he was on the rug playing with his trains, and wanting to eat. A lot. :)
I snapped a few photos of Gibb after the surgery and I'm so grateful that I did. I totally believe in remembering and keeping and scrapping these moments. Totally.


He's already back to his old self. I took this pic of him at the park on Monday. Ha! I think he's such a cutie! ;) That's the train that my mom bought him the morning of the surgery. He's been carrying it all over the place!

Thank you to everyone who has sent their well-wishes and to all the PI ladies who've been so patient with e-mails and issues!


In other news:
I know this is cruel and unusual, but lookie-lookie what I have! Huzzah! It's Bam Pop, people and it's gonna be the crowning glory of the November kit! I can't wait!


AND! I did a little shopping on Monday. Just look at these pretties. LOVE the Designing With Color book. Such great inspiration! And don't even get me started on these stamps. I think I'll be using those date stamps on every layout. They are beyond perfect! And who doesn't love new pens in pretty colors? I think everyone should go out and refresh their pen collection. ::sigh:: I LOVE new pens.