Morning has broken

The boy looks very mournful this morning. His serious expression accentuated by the slackness in his face and the post-op puffiness. But he had a good night all things considered. We did not.

Although he is in the high dependency bay, he is in a different bed to last time. There is no room to sleep beside him. So were on the fold out sofa in the parents' room close by. Although we were very tired, it was hard to unwind sufficiently to sleep. Too much adrenalin in the system. And no way to burn it off. Had a bit of the shakes. Probably, a combination of wanting to believe the op was successful and a fear that the MRI will show it was not - if it does show any residual tumour they may operate again in a few days time. A pretty dismal prospect.

As for his physical well-being. Yesterday he was the usual post-op pin cushion of tubes and lines. He had a canula in one foot, a canula in one hand and an arterial line in the other foot. Plus the usual sats and heart monitors. He's already had the arterial line removed. And we hope he has both canulas removed later on today. He is still rather lethargic from the op and the morphine. But I got a crooked half-smile when playing Boo! At the moment he just wants his nebs and to hold Mummy's hand.