Niklas was originally scheduled to have surgery on Wednesday, but got bumped to Thursday. On Thursday he was taken to the operating room at 8:00 a.m., but he didn't actually go into surgery until about 10:00 a.m. I was given a pager at U of M so that I could roam the hospital until Niklas was done. At 12:00 p.m. I got the page and found the nearest courtesy phone. The lady on the other end said "Mr. Myers, I am so glad that I gave you this pager, otherwise I don't know how we would have found you. Please come to the waiting room, the neurosurgeons would like to talk to you." So, I just about had a heart attack right there on the spot. I figured something went wrong and they were going to explain it all to me. Probably put me on a comfy couch and have a talk with me about what I could expect. The lady sounded so worried on the phone that it had to be terrible, so I ran back up to the third floor as fast as I could. I met with the neurosurgeon and he immediately told me that the surgery went great, and that there were no issues. The lady on the phone just took 5 years off of my life for no reason. Another 5 years would be shaved off overnight when we received a call at 3:00 a.m. 3:00 a.m phone calls are never good which is why Greta and I both darted out of bed and dashed for the phone. Greta got there first and had a conversation that seemed to go on for hours. I was sure that Niklas had taken a turn for the worse and that they were explaining the steps they were going to take to try and save him, if they even could. When Greta got off of the phone she informed me that Niklas was going to have to stay on the ventilator for another 12 hours or so and that they said that this is really nothing out of the ordinary. Another 5 years off of my life for nothing out of the ordinary. Today we visited Niklas and he was off the ventilator and on C-PAP. They said he could have went straight to cannula, but it's standard practice at U of M to go to C-PAP first. Niklas's recovery is really going well at this point and they think he might be shipped back to St. Joseph as soon as tomorrow. Finally, Floyd came home today and seemed to be pretty glad to see us. We haven't seen him since the morning of the 21st of December. He was really good around the babies and aside from giving them a sniff and a lick, he wasn't too interested in them. Thanks again to the Edwards family for coming to the hospital the night we delivered, going to our house and taking in our spastic dog for 2 1/2 months.