First, I want to thank you all for your patience while I have been MIA for the last week. My son broke both of the bones in his arm near his wrist at school March 29th. We have been back and forth with the children’s hospital trying to figure out what to do next. On Tuesday, the chief of surgery met us at our check up to inform us that my son’s bones were not growing back properly. After going over all of our options, I agreed to surgery where Connor would have 2 pins put into his arm to stabilize his bones. The entire surgical team came down to prepare us for what was going to come next and within 2 days we were checking him in for one of the scariest moments of my life as a mother. In those 48 hours, I researched as much as I could about every doctor and nurse that was going to be caring for my son during this process. I am blessed with the resources to gather that information so I could mentally prepare for my son going under anesthesia without me being in the OR. Within 2 days, I had to place my complete trust in doctors I had only met for 30 minutes. Everything I had studied in the medical field over the last 8 years went completely out of the window the second my feet stopped at that red line. As I watched my son being rolled away, I could feel my heart drop to the floor. I prayed to the Gods that they would make sure my son woke up. “I will do anything, please, just make sure he wakes up.” 10 minutes… 15 minutes… 30 minutes… 45 minutes… no changes on the charts… “God, where is my son??” I had finally sat down when the surgeon came out. At this point, I didn’t know how much time passed and I was waiting for the worst. “The surgery was a success and your son is in recovery” My knees buckled and I held back tears. “It was a complicated situation, but we were able to stabilize his bones.” I cried, shook his hand, and waited to be welcomed back to help my son. Anesthesia is hard to come out of so I was just waiting to my ears to collect his cries. Dr. Patel and nurses were all lined up next to him trying to soothe my little boy. I told them that it was okay and the worst of it was over. They let me step in to be next to my Connor. @Shriners Hospital for Children I hope my emailed letter of gratitude reached the proper department. Thank you Dr. Cho, Dr. Patel, Dr. Bushnell, nurses, and staff for your diligence, dedication, and compassion. I left my whole world in your hands for what felt like an eternity. We are grateful to be home and finally recovering. I wish you all the greatest blessings.