Send off

We got up early and I could tell it would be an emotional day.  I couldn't even make it through taking a shower without crying.  When we got Will up he cried.  He was mad that we weren't feeding him.  I dressed him in an outfit with a lion on the front that said "Roar!" Because I got that Katy Perry song in my head.  He is a champion and we will hear him roar.  Luckily he stopped crying shortly after getting in the car.
    We hit a lot of red lights on the way to the hospital.  Then when we got here we had to wait a while to be admitted.

It was taking so long that our doctor/surgeon even came down herself to see if we were coming.  Finally the X-rays were done and we went upstairs to really get started.  Everyone here is so nice and compassionate!  They talked to us about what was going to happen and they let me and Mike hold him the whole time.

 To make things easier they also gave him some medicine to help him relax and to help with the separation anxiety.  I was glad because I knew it would be harder to hand him over if he was crying.  I just held him and loved him.

 I held and loved and squeezed his foot for the last time.

 I can almost still feel it.  Then I was really brave.

 I handed him off to a very nice nurse.  I did it.  And then I broke down and just cried into Mike's shoulder he just held me and we cried together for a moment.  That was so hard.  Then we walked out of the room we were in and turned the opposite direction of our baby.
     He won't be same when we see him again.  I already miss that foot.  I am waiting to hold him and love him again.  The next time I see him he'll be different.  But he'll be better.  As much as I will always love that funky foot, it was holding him back.  Now we start on the road to getting better and better- with no limitations.