...hopefully. Ian had his palate surgery Friday. Surgery was scheduled for 10:40am, but we had to be there by 7am for lab work. We hurried to the hospital to wait around for a while. Once we were called back, Ian had labs drawn to determine his factor level. With hemophilia, he had to get Factor 8 through an IV before this and any type of surgery. After receiving the factor, more labs were drawn to make sure his level was where it needed to be. Luckily, he had only 2 pokes this time instead of 7 like before the last surgery. He was a total champ about it. The second time he was poked, he only whimpered for a minute. Surgery and recovery took somewhere around 2 hours; at least that's what I think. Time seems to stand still in the hospital. After surgery he cried for a while and we tried everything to soothe him. He finally went to sleep. He was on morphine for a while for pain, then we switched over to Tylenol that night. He was in a drugged state until around 2am. He woke up wanting something to eat and gobbled down about 3oz. of formula and 2 containers of baby food. Poor guy was hungry. He went back to sleep for a while and woke up around 6am for more food. He ate very well, enough where we decided he would be fine at home. So, we packed up and came home. Today has been pretty rough. He has eaten maybe 1 container of baby food all day and a few ounces of formula. The most he's eaten at one sitting is 2 oz. of apple juice. He was in so much pain that he cried and whined almost constantly, wanting only to be held and snuggle with us. After calling Dr. Williams' office, the nurse said we could up his pain dosage (he's on Tylenol with codeine now). Things have been a little better since then, but he's still not eating much. Please keep him in your prayers. I cannot imagine the pain he is in. I know eating something would make him feel a little more like himself. As any parent, I hate to see him this way. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.