The following six hours of my life are the longest. I have been crying ever since my son went into the operating room. Amelia has never left side and has been comforting me. Marcus has stayed rooted in front of the operating room for almost three hours now.
Samuel went out to buy coffee for the four of us and some sandwiches. He also went back to the hotel to get some clothes for Isaiah, Marcus, and me. It's already dawn, and I hope as the sun shines on the horizon, it will bring the good news of a new day.
Samuel also arranged Isaiah's room when he comes out from the operating room because Marcus and I are useless at this moment. All we could think about was our son.
" Maria, I have to call Papa and let him know what happened. Don't you want to call your friend, Karen, and let her know
