Here we are. Philadelphia.
It's the adventure we could not stop thinking about but felt would never come. It's finally begun.
We said our goofy goodbyes yesterday morning. Driving away from the house with my boys waving on the porch just about broke me in half. Don't get me wrong-- I'm all about waving good bye for a week to go to Tahiti or Hawaii or anywhere a little sand and some quiet time with my hubby is involved. But this was different. This was goodbye and I'm not sure when I'll be back. This was I will be on the other side of the country, but I will figure out a way to get you whatever you need. This was I will try to bring your little brother back a bit better than when we took him. I don't want many more goodbyes like that.
And played peek-a-boo.
McKay could not have been better. And except for the guy behind us who had to be separated from his daughter for making her cry (seriously!), the flight was great.
By the time we arrived, McKay was exhausted.
And it was HOT.
When we landed we were greeted with a voicemail that told us all of the local Ronald McDonald houses were full. Incredible. And incredibly sad. So we moved into the local Sheraton, took showers and curled up on the bed. Mac knows how to chill. I hope to take the same picture in a week minus the purple feet!
I brought all of McKay's bedding from home hoping to turn the hotel crib into a familiar and sleep-inducing sanctuary. Wait? He never sleeps at home! What was I thinking? Our first night was less than restful, but that may have had something to do with the 85-degree room. I think the power grid was on overload due to the record heat in Philly and last night we experienced a little energy rationing. Oy, it was hot!
We arrived at the Children's Hospital this morning for a battery of pre-surgery tests and exams. Mac was an absolute champ through all of it.
He had an echo, unsedated, which I was sure was going to go south quickly. But somehow he lasted almost an hour of being covered in goo and wanded over.
They even made him turn upside down so they could scope his heart from the vantage point of his neck. Seriously? What almost 2-year old lets someone do this? Big thanks to Tom & Jerry for distracting us through the experience.
When we arrived back after it all, McKay used the arm that had not been poked for blood draws to drive Thomas until he simply could not stay awake any longer. (I know. He's laying on a hotel floor. Gross. He was promptly sanitized following this picture :).)