Harper has only had one testicle since he was born. Now that he's two, we've been refered to a specialist to resolve the issue.

We went to the hospital this morning for Harper's procedure. He was so excited to go that he cried last night when we told him he would have to go to sleep first. So he woke up at 5:00 AM and didn't go back to sleep until they gassed him. He went through a check list of all the things we packed in his bag on our trip up there.

In the waiting room he played with blocks and trucks and all went well. They moved us into a family room around 7:15 AM. There we played and read some more until the Dr. was ready. Then they brought us something akin to Valium. He was grabbing for things in the book we were reading like it was popping out. At one point Harper wanted to sit on Brad's lap and not mine. I wanted so badly to send Harper walking to Brad so we could watch him stagger, but I didn't want to scare him. I carried him instead. After a while they came in, put him on the rolling bed, and out they went. Without me.
They then gave him knock-out gas, and when he was "out" they put in his IV and felt around. They didn't have to use the scope in his belly button b/c they felt his testicle in his lower abdomen area. They cut (only about 1.5 inches) into him and removed the testicle. It was only the size of a small pea. So it was there, but undeveloped. They sent it off to be analyzed and we'll know the results of that when we go back for post-op in two weeks. His other testicle is perfectly fine and we are told that he'll not be affected by only having one. Hormones and the like are all in tact.

The Dr. came in and told us all of that and then told us that Harper would be awake in 15 mins and we'd see him soon. An hour later, Harper woke up :) Tired much? The nurse gave him a beany baby named "Rescue" and added juice to his cup of water. After a short time they took his IV out and sent us on our way.
The ride home was ok. I kept worrying that he was going to throw up his juice and fruit snacks. At one point, he sounded very upset and said he needed help. I asked him if he was going to throw up and he said no. Then I asked him, "What do you want me to do?" He replied, "Um, I want you to cuddle." How could I resist?
We got home and although he was supposed to keep it low key, he ended up running around and climbing on things anyway. Alas. Around 6:00 PM he fell asleep at the dinner table. It would have been in his soup if I hadn't moved the bowl.