My first surgery...

Okay... So the doctor told me this afternoon that I would have to have surgery. What??? I was protesting as loudly as I possibly could (which isn't all that loud) when the anesthesiologist came into the room. I don't remember anything after that. Mom and Dad came by after the surgery was finished and told me that everything went well. I now have a hole in my side where a bag will be attached. Pretty cool, huh?
I have a very uncomfortable tube going into my lungs right now to help me breathe. The nurses promise that it will be removed some time tomorrow, if I promise to breathe properly. I have been pretty good about following their orders...we'll see how I feel about that tomorrow.

P.S. Mom and Dad told me that I came to Children's Hospital in a transport called a bus that was loaded onto an ambulance. Go figure?