Daddy and I woke up early and signed all your papers for surgery. We both held you for the last time before surgery and shook the hand of the man going to touch your heart--- Dr. Burch. Taking you back to the OR was so hard, but the hardest thing was those last kisses. Daddy and I both gave you kisses on your head and they wheeled you away. Oh my! That was so hard! Daddy and I stood in the hall and cried.
We went back to surgery at about 7:45 AM. They should have started around 8:30. We sat in the waiting room all day. These are the updates we received by phone:
9:45 - Doing good. Took a little longer to find the arterial line, but doing good.
11:20 Doing great. About to put him on bypass machine. (I lost it when we received this update. It's such a scary thing.)
12:50 Sewing your heart back up. Everything is fine. Will do echo after done and will check to see if everything is ok.
1:44 Off the bypass. Echo is good. Will finish up and surgeon will come out in hour or two to explain how things went.
2:30 Surgeon came to explain how surgery went. You're doing good. He said it's better to start in a good place and go up than start at a bad place and try to go up. Your STATS are mid to low 70s which is good. Between 70-85 is where they expect you to be. He gave us a sono for us to know what they put in. Everything appears to be good. Some leakage in a few spots, but nothing to be concerned about.
3:30 We finally got to go back to your room and see you. You had 11 medicines/fluids hooked up to you. You had three chest tubes and a catheter. You had the two lines going into your belly button (you had these prior). You had a line in your arterial line that looked awful. They had a hard time finding it so had to cut into your arm. It was all bloody and your fingers were purple and swollen. You were also on the ventilator. You didn't look near as bad as we had prepared for, but you still didn't look great. It was hard to see you after because you weren't able to act like yourself. You were completely out of it. To be honest, your face looked dead. It broke my heart. I hate that you're having to go through this. I am touched that you knew before you came to this earth that life wasn't going to be easy, but you chose to come. The Lord has you here for a reason and we feel so blessed to be your parents. Keep fighting, Little Guy!
Mom
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