Want to know what sucks? Spending 5 hours at Children’s Hospital yesterday. The 30 minutes that it took for Max to calm down after waking up from anesthesia. The PH probe that they insisted they place and then we insisted that they remove (oh, the nurses were pissed, but you really didn’t think that we’d make you take it out after I overheard you say “I need all hands on deck to hold him down while I reposition it”??). Meeting the doctors in the hallway outside of the operating room and hearing them say that they found the same inflammation as last time. And then commenting that figuring it out is still “really tricky”. Having a verbal little boy who kinda gets what’s going on now, and was screaming “Ma-ma, CHOO CHOO!” (he wanted to go back out to the lobby and play with the big train) during most of the pre-op procedure, because he just knew that something really not fun was about to happen. But here’s what’s great….