We will jet up to Children's Hospital tomorrow...maybe just go just half way depending on what time we get out of here.
I dread it for my boy. I wish it were me not him.
He will have to be no weight bearing for 4 long months and that will be very hard for him.
I keep telling myself it could be worse it could be worse it could be worse.
I wish it were over.
He broke down night before last and cried...something he needed to do. He said that everyone at school thinks he has cancer. We talked it through and he slept all night but it was a long sleepless eternity for me.
He still has his baby soft cheeks and occasional lisp.
He still plays "pretend".
He's my baby.
I can hardly stand the thought of him going under anesthesia,being intubated, getting his IV, the antibiotics the fear of a reaction makes me cringe.
I can see the Dr making the cut and the sound of the saw...ugh.
Being a surgery nurse makes this worse.
I hate to think of him getting the bone graft. His poor hip.
I can see his anesthesia glazed eyes.
I HATE the thought of him waking in the recovery room without me there.
I can't talk about it more because I'm getting all sad and worried and I don't have any finger nails left already.
Say some prayers and think of him on Friday please.