Heart surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning. Mom's been hanging with him all day while I was at work.
When I got to the hospital, I found my mother paying a visit and sitting with Quinn, so I took Steph to this nice Italian restaurant across the street for dinner. She is nervous about tomorrow. I told her not to worry. Quinn's a tough little machine and people have survived worse. That's when she said "yeah but very strong people have died from much less." Steph has a rare tendency to make points that can catch me off guard.
Since being in an intensive care unit, I've heard so many fantastic success stories of infants who have undergone all types of heart surgeries. Quinn has a few other surgeries that complicate his case, but I think he's capable of everything these doctors are expecting and hoping of him. Spending time with him and looking at him has really made me confident he can face what is coming. I'm aware of what blind optimism is, and this is not it. The odds are well in his favor here, and getting to know the little man over the past two weeks, I can say he's definitely no quitter. I don't think it's silly of Steph to worry. I think all mothers worry. But for me, getting to watch how he's dealt with and overcome everything so far has become a big source to my calmness about tomorrow.
I still have to wish you the absolute best possible luck on this son. I've got nothing on you when it comes to facing surgery. You've been going under the knife like I've been going to the barbershop. Do well and you'll calm everyone down. So many people are pulling for you.