the Count Down is On

 Tonight is Rob's last night as 100% human.  This time tomorrow he will be squealing like a pig.  We report to the hospital early tomorrow morning where he will promptly be prodded in places he'd rather not think about.  Soon he will be stuffed with tubes and hospital paraphernalia.  I'm pretty sure he's rather be on a beach on the big island reading a book or napping, but at least he'll have the book and a nap... briefly interrupted by blood pressure cuffs and temperatures not to mention those cute hospital gowns.  

He seems to be handling it all alright.  The only sign of anxiety that I've seen was last night around 2:30 am when he woke up looked at me and said "FIVE!"  When I just looked at him unknowingly he repeated "FIVE, FRENTLY!"  I was laughing at this point and he just kept repeating it and then said "is that what I've been fleeing?"  I still have no clue as to what that all meant.  My only guess would be his subconscious is trying to find the right "F" word for the situation, but since he's never dropped an F-bomb it doesn't know how.  

All in all he's doing good, he has been going to bed around 9:00 every night, but still in good spirits.  We were talking to the boys the other day and telling them what is going to happen and explained that while they were fixing his heart a machine will be pumping his blood and breathing for him.  We finished talking and left it at that.  Then yesterday when Rob came home from the hospital from doing his pre-surgery blood work, the first thing Parker says to him is "Are you half robot  yet?"  We laughed and told him no and he honestly looked a little sad.  When all is said and done, I think the boys might be a little disappointed with the whole thing.  We (I) will let you know how it goes, but let me just tell you all now how much we appreciate the help you have been and will be in the next few weeks.  It has truly been wonderful to feel the concern and love from everyone.  Thanks to all of you.