I’m sitting here in picu watching my son sleep. This is a good thing. He came through surgery wonderfully. He’s peeing, drinking, and has minimal pain. He’s even joking in between sleeping.
I was going to sleep by his side tonight but it’ll be his dad. My mom can’t stay in the hospital past nine and well I don’t want to leave her with the x. It makes me worried and paranoid that something will go wrong and I won’t be here but the nurse said he really didn’t need to be in picu but the neurosurgery crew wants to watch for brain bleeds or a fever. I’m a phone call over at the Ronald McDonald house away so it’ll be ok. Plus I’m worried he’ll use it in custody stuff but I think I’m being silly and paranoid. So I’m not fighting over who stays with him. Even though he said if I didn’t give in there would be. Sigh