We met the surgeon- Dr. Sikollo, and the anesthesiologist and they explained it would be about 2 to 21/2 hours and they would come out and let us know how it went. Dave had to leave to go to class, so mom and I sat in the waiting room, my mind pacing the floor, because my body could not. All I did was pray for 2 hours straight. The time passed and the sweet nurse came out and told us everything went fine, they were stitching him up and the doctor would be out shortly to talk to us. Dr. Sikkollo did take care of our little guy, and I trust him even more now. One surgery down, and two to go. When the nirses wheeled him out of the OR, I got to see him and give him a kiss. They then moved him up to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, where he gets his own room, complete with cartoons and all. He is living it up now!
When we got to his room. He lay in his little bed completely sedated, with a big incision on his chest and a chest tube draining blood etc. from his lungs. He was a bit swollen and it would have scared anyone half to death, but I felt peace and knew he was OK. He is my little man, the toughest little guy ever!