(Hi….it’s the Pirate Mom here.  As you know, if you regularly read this blog, our baby, Cap’n Jack Henry, had minor surgery a couple of days ago to repair an inguinal hernia.  I woke up at 1:50am that morning to feed him, and I was unable to go back to sleep.  Needless to say, I was a space cadet for most of the day.  Big D’s camera weighs more and is more bulky than Jack Henry himself, so he didn’t want to lug it to the hospital.  So I ended up asking Dirty Harry to take some pictures of the going-ons of that day, and he’s here to help me blog about the experience.  Here’s what happened in Dirty Harry’s words….)

We got up at about 5:30am, and we left the house around 6:15am.  This is what Jack Henry looked like on the way to his surgery.  I know he looks a little like a gangster, but he really isn’t.  He’s just a baby.  He laughed and talked the whole way to the hospital, which was about 45 minutes.  Obviously he didn’t know about his surgery.

This is the waiting room.  He was starting to get fussy when we got in there.  I think it was because he was hungry and tired.  Did I mention he hadn’t had milk since 2am or food since 8pm the night before?  I think I would be fussy too.  He didn’t have to wait too long to get called back, but me, my sister and grandma had a looooooooooong wait.

Although the wait didn’t seem too long because there were video games in the waiting area.  I was addicted to the basketball one.  Indiana Mimi was a decent player too.

After a while, my mom and dad came back out.  This meant that Jack Henry was in surgery now.  My dad took this picture of himself.  That’s why it’s upside-down.  Mom took us to the cafeteria for a snack.  When she had to go upstairs again, me, Sis and Mimi went to go look at the trains.  I showed them the way because I knew where they were from when we were there for Jack Henry’s MRI.  They had no idea where they were going and would have been lost without me.

When we got back we found out that Jack Henry was out of surgery, and the doctor found his ball.  My dad said it was the prodigal ball, sort of like the prodigal son of the Bible who was gone but then came home.  We had to wait a little longer, and then my mom brought out Jack Henry.

I took this picture of him when he first came out.  He was crying, but later he stopped, and he slept the whole way home.

He doesn’t look like a gangster anymore, does he?  Just a tired little baby.

I’m glad things went well for Jack Henry and that he got to be fed later that day.  I’m also glad he got his ball back because if he didn’t my dad was going to call him Uno for the rest of his life.

The End

(Thanks Dirty Harry for filling in.  I learned some things from your post.  I had no idea that Indiana Mimi could play basketball.)