Having my vitals taken. The nurse was surprised at how good I was.
The anesthesiologist whisking me away for surgery. She first asked if I would hold her hand and walk down the hall with her. I actually did. Mommy couldn't get her camera out quick enough to take a picture. Didn't last long, though, and soon the anesthesiologist picked me up. I was fine until we entered THE room! That's when I knew what was going on and wanted my mom. Thankfully, Mommy was right behind us and she took me.
January 9, 2008--you can see where the two sites are--the new one is the one I'm touching.
I'm still a happy boy!

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