Well, we are here.
With all of our things. We only brought the necessities.
We spent the night tossing and turning. Wondering if Gabe would even have his surgery today. I jumped when my phone rang at 7:45. I was pretty sure they were going to cancel so when she told me we were good to go, I was caught a little off guard.
I mean, I'm ready to get it over with. I do not want to go through the preparations again, but this particular answered prayer meant that my son had to go through something especially awful.
Gabe did great this morning.
He ate his JELLO and kept telling us that he was "just so excited." I'm not sure what he was expecting today, but I have a feeling it isn't what is actually happening.
We got here on time and waited about an hour for them to call him back.
Then they came in to tell us that there was a good chance his bed was now taken.
It was a roller coaster of emotions.
But a couple hours later, they came in and said that he had a bed and would be going back in the next 30 minutes. There's just no way to describe what it feels like to spend those last few pre surgery moments together so I won't even try.
I'm excited for what this surgery will mean for Gabe's future, but the next few hours will be excruciating.
Gabe was Gabe.
He fought the sleep meds and was hilarious. I'm glad the memories I have while I wait are of him making me laugh. One of the last things he said was, "you're my vewy best fwend Mama."
I can marinate on that.
And then they came and rolled him away.
My tiny little baby on a great big bed.
He was sound asleep when they took him back.
He left at 12:55. We should hear from the nurse in the next few minutes and then about every hour from there. The surgery should take between 5 and 8 hours depending on how much scar tissue he has.