Day 3

13 years ago today I was released from the hospital (being told that under normal circumstances I would be staying another day) and headed off to Mott's to be with my infant son. On the way I talked to my mom, the priest was found and was waiting for me to get there to baptise the baby. Later that afternoon he would be going into surgery, where they would close his bladder and put it inside his belly, close the belly, break his pelvis and put him in a cast to imobalize him for the healing. I was so scared, and so drugged up that I did not really know what all this would entail. With my family rallying around me - including my sister who was 3 months pregnant with her first child - we waited. And waited. And waited. I had sent my 2 1/2 day old son in for 9 hours of surgery. We did get a few updates from the operating room, but the wait seemed endless. Finally he was out and into Pediatric ICU.