Mom went into surgery at 6am and left at 1pm. Dad and I waited in the waiting room the WHOLE TIME. We finally went into the back at 1 to "encourage" mom to walk.
Even though her feet still haven't waken up from the epidural. So we just went back there and laughed about mom laying there.
Buuuuuuut mom's okay. She has really strong medicine. And she kept repeating over and over again that she loved purple. Then she held my hand and said she loved me a lot. Lol. Then we both fell asleep, her holding my hand. Then I rolled off the recliner and scared myself. Lmao.
Butttt that's that. Now I'm babysitting. Lol
