The surgery is over and went really well. The doctor is delighted with the results and his chest looks amazing – completely different (like a real boy’s). We had to buy a mirror so Philip could see his new body.
He is feeling no pain at all. (Incredibly, seeing he just had eight ribs effectively broken!) The epidural is doing its work. He has just drifted in and out of sleep today as his body recovers. He is in intensive care and will remain there for the next few days. This is a good thing. He is getting lots of attention. We saw the post-surgery x-ray and were astounded. One doctor listened to his chest and said that he could hear no evidence of a heart murmur. This information alone gives us enormous peace of mind and confirms to us that we made the correct decision.
I am grateful for all of the messages of support, even though I have not managed to find the time to respond to all of you. Melinda, he loved the pinata joke (it doesn’t hurt to laugh when you are so full of drugs!). Kirsty he was delighted by mag-neat-o in his spotty pyjamas. (you are a clever girl, although he thought that perhaps Ali had done the brilliant illustrations)
Ashleigh made it safely to Paris. It took 37 hours. When she spoke to us she sounded small and exhausted. Her body clock will be way out of synch and no doubt take a few weeks to sort itself out. She better hurry up though, because we want to see a photo of the house where she is staying. As we all know…it’s all about what we want!