I carried Ronan all the way to Sloan this morning. He held on to me tightly and we talked all about what was going to go on today and how he has an angel for a doctor who is going to get the tumor out of his tummy. He seemed excited and I told him how strong and brave he was, and how he was going to grow up to be a healthy amazing boy, and I would always be by his side. He listened and smiled a lot. And then asked about going to Atlantis after all of this is said and done. It’s his make a wish dream that he wants to come true. I promised him we would take him there and swim with the dolphins after he gets his broviac out. That is going to be the best day ever.
Here we go. Ronan is back in surgery. It took 3 doses of the “sleepy meds” to even calm him down. Woody’s exact words to me were, “How do you like how they had to give him 3 doses of that medicine… he’s a little fucker, just like you.” LMAO. Oh, he makes me laugh at the worst possible times in my life. They let me put on scrubs and carry him to the operating room and place him on the table. He was laughing at how funny I looked in my “bunny suit.” He was pretty out of it, but still thought I was funny. I hated leaving him and I wish I could stay by his side the entire time. Leaving him there was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I left him, tears pouring down my cheeks and Woody was waiting for me on the other side. Somehow, we made it down to the floor where we are supposed to wait. I left Woody and made a couple of phone calls and ended up locking myself in a bathroom to call Auntie Karen. She talked to me and let me cry to her. She was my saving grace; as always.
So now we wait. They said they would come and update us every hour or so… I will keep you posted. Lots of prayers and love today. We are so lucky to have the best doctor in the world operating on our child. After this is all done, I am going to give that man the biggest hug in the world.