Tickle, Tickle, Tickle

I'm not going to lie. The last few days have been pretty rough. Friday was the first time in the 379 days since giving birth to Lane that we spent the night apart.

I was more nervous about being away from him than I was about having the procedure. But thinking about my little babe helped me through it all.

I am pretty sure he was the last thing I thought about before the docs put me under and the first thing that came to my mind once coming to.

Instantly upon waking up, I asked the nurse by my side if I had said anything silly while under the effects of anesthesia.

She told me no.

I think she was just being kind.

Because I am pretty sure at some point I told everyone in the operating room,

"Tickle, Tickle, Tickle."

But I don't think I explained that I was just repeating my one-year-old son's newest words.

Tickle, Tickle, Tickle.