Woken Up by Little Feet Prodding Me

This morning was a very happy moment. Being dog tired I lay next to Connor's hospital bed in a daze despite him waking about 5am. I held his hand and he soon went back to sleep. Some time later I vaguely recall hearing Connor calling me however then I heard a nurse say "Daddy is really tired .. here I can help" ... ahhh ... music to my ears. Some time later I had this dream that something was prodding me in my legs and it went for some time until I came to consicousness .. well woke up a bit more. There was Connor sitting up in bed, dangling his legs over the side giving me gentle prods with his legs. This must have gone on for quite a few minutes. As I looked at him he greeted me with a big "Good Morning".

He looked unbelievable spritely. I asked if he could walk down to the cafeteria and have breakfast with me and got the all clear. I took a photo of him next to the ride on car down there and sent it to Tarn as a surprise. The doctors rounds saw him restored back to unlimited fluids, monitoring turned off and leads removed and the dressing removed from his wound or "zipper".

An aunty who lives in Melbourne came to visit mum at the apartment this morning and I went back for a shower etc so was catching up as well. I heard a knock at the door and unbelievablly, there was Connor standing outside the door. He had walked most of the way (500m maybe) from the hospital and was out for an hour. As it turned out we went back to the hospital a bit later so he could have his lunch (or that part that he eats) then he came back to the apartment for the rest of the afternoon prior to returning to the hospital tonight.

Without trying to ask for trouble, it almost looks certain we will be arriving home on Christmas Eve with a healthy boy .... there is no other Christmas present that could compare. Yes ... as usual this won't be the last surgery but all going well that should be five to ten years away and we don't need to start thinking about that for hopefully a long time.

Again, thanks to all for messages etc ... it does mean a lot. Despite everything, I hadn't shed a tear since arriving at Melbourne (almost had an anurism during Thursdays problems though with my head feeling like it was going to explode under the stress of seeing his suffering versus knowing what was needed versus trying to rationally know when to say "stop and please review", yet an email from Connor's teacher nearly, cause I won't admit otherwise, brought a couple of tears to my eyes with the beautiful words and Canberra friends Scott and Lea-Anne were like offenders. Thanks everyone and look forward to gradually catching up with everyone.