Big Al did fine and we are home. Griff has been snoozing while we watched tv but it is definitely time to put him down. Of course relocating just roused the beast and so here I am, typing one-handed, all out of wine and hostage to my 15-month old.

Our day started earlier than we planned. Griff passed out early but woke up about 4:30. We were planning on getting up at 5 anyway but somehow losing that 30 minutes just seemed cruel. So we got up, wrestled him in to a clean diaper, plopped a bottle in to his mouth and prepared to face the day. In fairness, Grif had two immunizations yesterday and wasn't feeling quite himself. Apparently after we passed him off to Flora and headed out the door, he threw up all over her. He was a little out of sorts all day and only recovered his usual high spirits late this afternoon. (Just when Daddy and I were feeling at our least able to deal with a full-force Hurricane Griffith.)

We got to the hospital by 6 and got all signed in and ready to hurry up and wait. Allan's surgery went very well, though. They removed the membrane (scar tissue) that had formed behind the eye as a result of removing the cataract and also cut little divots in to the iris from around the pupil to try to open it back up some more. When they got in there, they realized that he had calcium deposits (band keratopathy) and that one of them was right in his field of vision. So, after a little discussion, we decided to have them go ahead and scrape the surface of his eye and apply a chemical that dissolves the calcium. They also checked the pressure in his eye (which was good, for him) and tried to free the iris from the cornea (it has some adhesions). It is hard to tell right now just what the results will be. We'll go back tomorrow for the ophthamologist to look at her handiwork, but we apparently achieved what we set out to do. Allan came through the surgery very well. Some of the eye drops have a "systemic effect" which meant that he felt flushed and his heart rate was up. Poor little lamb has a big plastic cover over his eye, too, and he isn't one bit happy about that either. He has spent most of the day being held and jostled by someone - Mom, Dad, Flora. Snuggling seems to help. We got home a little before 3 and thank goodness for Flora. Mom and Dad got Big Al settled with her and took a nap. It was a long day all around.

Anyway, we go back tomorrow morning for a check on the eye and then we are back (we hope) to our usual routine.