A sigh of relief

Jake's surgery is over and went well mostly. They could not close his chest due to swelling and they are going to keep him unconscious for a few days until they can close him up. Seeing him cut open with all the tubes sticking out of him was a little unsettling and not for the squeamish. The next twelve to twenty-four hours are the most critical and he may go into distress at any moment. That being said, the nurses told us to get the hell out and get some quality sleep because we live close enough to do so. I was pondering the thought of staying the night at his bedside but staff knows best. The guy i saw tonight sleeping in the waiting room on the couch will wake up with a terrible backache. He did not look comfortable. Jacob is still in critical condition and not out of the woods yet, but this was a big hurdle for Christina and myself as well as Jake. A lot of people say to me "I don't know how you do it." The truth is that I don't know either. I guess I have to do-it because nobody will do it for me. Right now I'm tired, sore from sitting and letting the iPad correct my spelling. I am not thinking clearly and have to hit the sack. Another long day at the hospital awaits and it's going to be 100 degrees in Manhattan tomorrow.