Torin's surgery went as planned, with no complications. He has been eating quite well today, staying hydrated. We've had to administer some Tylenol and Motrin, but he seems okay otherwise. He's a bit grumpy, but he's still giving us his trademark Pookie smiles and laughs occasionally.
I, however, didn't fare very well this morning and ended up having to take half a Klonopin to quell my paralyzing anxiety. I knew that I didn't really have much to worry about, and I trust our surgeon and all others involved in Torin's care, but rationality tends to take a back seat to mommy instinct.
Torin is sleeping soundly right now. I hope he returns to his usual fun self soon. I think I'll be taking the other half of that Klonopin tonight, just to ensure that I get enough sleep to restore what little sanity I have left.
