We got “the” call a couple weeks ago. The hospital called us to inform us of Crash’s surgery date and time. Naturally, he is no allowed to eat after midnight tonight. So he ate his “last meal” of 3 slices of Dominoes pizza. Since we live 3 hours from the hospital and they want him there for 9:30 we opted to come today and spend the night near the hospital.
So now we’re only 5 minutes away. Tomorrow he will have his four 6 year molars removed because a) the roots have been reabsorbed into his gums and barely exist and b) to make room for his 12 year molars to be sure they come through correctly.
This is the boy who had open heart surgery when he was only 5 days old. This will be a walk in the park compared to that. Unless you’re my mom, in which case a walk in the park will get you a broken ankle.
Hope everything goes according to plan! Cross ypur fingers and send some possitive thoughts!