Day 2

13 years ago today (Wednesday) Jerry and my parents put my newborn baby in the car seat at about 5 AM and headed off to Motts Children's Hospital, the only place the doctor's found who new what was wrong with my son. They had an appointment with the head of the pediatric urology department to find out what needed to be done. I was left behind at the hospital, recovering from my C-section. I had my Grandma and Grandpa Fair sit with me for half the day, and my Grandma Parlin sat with me for the other half. I had a picture of my baby and a very heavy heart. I got the call that he needed surgery, although I don't think any of us really understood yet what was going to happen. I made them promise that if the surgery took place before I could get there, a priest would be found and the baby baptised before he went in. The deacon from our church visited me that day, and I was very upset that I had not thought to have a baptism done the day before, while he was with me. Another call, and I was told the surgery would take place the next day, so I could get there. Jerry and my dad came home and my mom stayed with the baby.