Update

I am not a fan of waiting, just so you know.  They paged us to go to our room and there was an anesthesiologist that told us he was out of surgery and they were just waiting for him to wake up.  We would probably see him in 30 min.  Then the surgeon came in and gave us an update (I will give details later) then she said we should see him before 11:00.  Waiting, more waiting, the surgeon came back again to reassure us that he was fine, just not wanting to wake up- but that he was smiling and having good dreams because at one point he even giggled.  More waiting.  Finally around 1:00 a nurse came and found us.  She said that Will was in another room so they were going to move us there.  She went on to rave about how cute he is and that he was playing with some toys.  I was very encouraged by that!  However, by the time we got to the room he was NOT happy.  As we got closer to the room we could hear him crying.  I knew that he was hungry so I was gearing up to get in the room and make a bottle as fast as I could.  That was the frame of mind I was in so I was slightly caught off guard when I walked in and saw his leg for the first time.  I was in shock, not that I was surprised, just not quite as mentally prepared as I should have been.  His foot was gone, and all that was there was a bandaged stump.  Again, obviously not a surprise, but I wasn't quite ready for that.  I was able to make a bottle and get myself under control, but even after many hours I am still kinda shocked and unsettled with what I am seeing (or not seeing depending on how you want to look at it).
     Unfortunately Will's crying continued.  We couldn't comfort him.

He wasn't himself and we didn't know if he was in pain or just freaking out.  We tried holding him, bouncing him, etc. and it didn't help.

 They gave him pain meds.  We kept trying to comfort him, nothing helped.  They gave him Valium.  We tried taking him for a walk in a wagon.

 Still crying.  Gave him morphine, finally after almost an hour he stopped crying but we could tell he was not comfortable.  I just held him and loved him and talked to him until he settled down and was able to sleep.

   The surgeon came back and talked to us again, along with the anesthesiologist.  They don't think he had been in physical pain, just more freaking out because of being restrained and the effects of the drugs from surgery (they weren't able to do the block behind his knee as planned instead they had to do it in his tail bone).  The doctor told us that the next time he woke up things would be better.  Luckily they were.
     My mom brought Carter and Matt in to see Will and that's about the time he woke up.  He was groggy and lethargic.  So not acting like himself, but not distressed like before.  We put him back in the wagon and went for another stroll around the play area while the other boys played.  He drank some more, but still wasn't himself.
     Now, he is awake again and trying to chew on all the tubes and hoses that he can get his hands on. He hates his IV so we have to keep it covered.  But he is sitting up playing in the crib and we are getting ready to go for another stroll.

He's starting to act like the baby I know him to be.  Hopefully he will keep getting better and better.
     We'll see how the night goes, but I am looking forward to some snuggle time and hopefully a few smiles and giggles!