I can't believe that it's been so long since I last wrote on this blog. Things have just been so normal with the family. There really hasn't been a lot to write about. That's about to change. Jacob has been scheduled for his next surgery, the Fontan. On March 14 he will be under the knife once more.
Jacob has really turned the corner with his walking and his speech. He does not scoot anymore and is starting to develop a run - especially when he is being naughty and knows it. He is a wise ass like his dad.
I have a feeling that this surgery is going to be the roughest of the three surgeries. Not so much as for its risk and complexity but for the potential effects that it will have on the family as a whole. Since he is no longer a baby and is quite aware of what goes on around him, the separation from mom and dad and the physical pain of the surgery are going to be hell for Jake.
Jacob and I have a special bond, one that I have noticed getting stronger in the past few months. He is a daddy's boy. The two of us love rough-housing and getting into tickle fights. He has a laugh that is just infectious. His giggle makes you want to giggle along with him. I am afraid that I will lose all of that, even if just temporarily. I know that this surgery is needed and there really is no avoiding it, but I am getting scared. What will happen to my little man?
