all's well

[chelidon]

kiddo is home again, a little sore but well, everything went fine and he has a nifty curved steel bar that was a part of his body for 2 years as a toy (his question to the surgeon when asked if he wanted the bar was, "are you going to wash it first?" My little Virgo...) I am tired, but very happy. The statistics and what's "expected" don't really matter much when you're holding your kid's hand as the anesthesiologist holds the mask on his face and he slips into unconsciousness.

Many thanks for the good thoughts!