So we got to the hospital by 6 and we were taken back by 7. The doctor was there by 7:15 and wheeler was in his gown and taken from me at 7:30 and back by 7:47.  The doctor came out and told me he was out and needed me...I walked down the hall and felt bad for the child screaming.  It didn’t sound anything like Wheeler so i kept walking looking for him.  Then I saw him drunkily thrashing in the nurses arms! He was so drugged and groggy! His eyes were half open but he was SCREAMING like i have never heard! He looked so sad with bloody crust coming out of his ears and just balling! His face was splotchy from where his gas mask was on him.  He didnt stop crying until we got home and got him into bed.  He slept 2 hours and woke up happy as a lark! After lunch he was looking so much more mobile and making new noises! (oh he started saying hey while i was at seminar) Then all of the sudden i just got on my knees and said come here wheeler and he started to crawl!! He took 11 little steps! Guess all he needed was the tubes! Ironically enough the doctor said he wouldnt be surprised if he crawled within the week of surgery.  Now all he wants to do is stand up though, he can pull up on my knees and he is so proud of himself! Ha well it took 10 months but he is mobile! I may regret it soon!