Its 430 in the morning.  Finn's surgery is to start at 730.  I pray and beg for him to be ok.  I plead to his brother to comfort him while he is asleep and to help him make it through this alright.  Ill forgo asking the how and why questions, just please let him be ok.  He is such a calm baby.  such a beautiful boy.  I want so bad to bring him home with us!  I want to see him in the crib we have bought and to take him for walks...he still has yet to see the sun.
This is a very intensive surgery.  and the liver is resilant but a heavy bleeder.  Drs Weiner and Garison are his surgions and I hope beyond hope that they have slept better than I, so they will be better prepared to save my son's life.
We will go from there...just please please get this evil cancer out and save Finn's sweet life.  We will be able to walk down with him to the OR.  730....Im going over to the hospital as soon as possible to hold my sweet son until they must take him and fix him.  Fix him!  Please let it work!