It's 1 am and I can't sleep... So worried about my little boy. Just a little over 2 weeks left before he has surgery. I was dumb enough to read about the whole procedure. His heart will be stopped and he will be on a ventilator during surgery. If I lose him, I will lose myself as well. He is my reason for living and I love him more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in my life. Everyone tells me to think positively but that's so fucking hard when you know your baby's chest will be open. At this point, I would give my own life or even sell my soul just to know he will be ok.
