Who Knew...

I could hold my breath that long? Or even that I WAS holding my breath. But I think I was because the second the Dr called after 5 1/2 hours and said the surgery went fine I exhaled, and exhaled, and exhaled...and cried. Yes, I'm a big baby.

I'm hoping that the tough part, the waiting, is over.

Now comes the fun part. The "recovery" from someone sawing through your breastbone and wiring it back together. Pulling an artery out of your leg and reattaching it to your heart. That's only the basics of what I know they did to him. Not sure my tear ducts would take knowing what else was done.