Liveblogging from the OR

Edited to add: We are already home! Jesus! Sam is a little, eensy, weensy bit high from the hit of fentanyl they squirted up his nose. But he's watching TV and seemingly fine!

Sam is in his gown, fully plugged into PBS. I think the combo of fatigue (we dragged him out of bed at 5am) and hunger is keeping him quiet. There is a little girl in the next bay that is having a much more difficult time sitting still. The tv doesn't seem to suck her in as entirely as it does Sam.

So far, so good.