Devon's surgery went fine and he was released to go home this afternoon. He is currently on the couch watching cartoons.
I can't express how brave Devon was about the entire situation. Not one tear. He had a lot of questions and was nervous, but everyone at the hospital was super and took the time to explain everything to him.
One funny thing did happen while we were there. On Thursday night when we were in the ER they did a CAT Scan. He came back into the room we were in and he was telling us how cool the CAT Scan was. Then he said, "I hope I get to see the pictures so that I can see my balls and innards look like."
Funny Girl was there with me and we looked at each other, burst out laughing while Devon was backpedaling and saying over and over that he didn't mean THOSE balls. We kept on laughing and the other group of people in the room heard the entire exchange and were laughing out loud too.
As much as I have many difficulties with Devon's dad, he was there on Thursday until Midnight and then left as he had to get up at 4 AM to go to work. I called him around 1 AM with the diagnosis and he was surprised. I was too. I thought it might have been gas or cramps because the pain kept coming and going.
He was back the next morning around 9 AM and stayed until Devon was out of surgery and in recovery. Before Devon went in for surgery, Devon, his dad and I played a couple of games of UNO Spin. We were very cordial to each other and didn't have one problem. We were actually adults for once around each other and put our differences aside and focused on our son. He was also there this morning for about 30 minutes until he had to go to work. I think that it was really nice for Devon to see us get along and be in the same room for more than 10 minutes and actually talking civilly. It doesn't happen. Especially when his wife is around. She never once came to the hospital.
I also have to give MAJOR props to my friends Funny Girl and Rico. Funny Girl stayed up at the hospital with me overnight both nights even though it was not the most comfortable sleeping in one of those portable sleeping chairs. She brought me Taco Bell 2 nights in a row and basically did anything that I asked her to do. Rico came up on his lunch hour to see Devon, came back that night and then was at my house today before Devon was even discharged so that he could take care of me & Devon since I am basically a walking zombie today.
I blew my WW to crap while I was there but am back on track today. If I gain or maintain I will be fine with it. It was more important for me to be there with my son, eating hospital food than worrying about points or going somewhere else to get food.
Thank you everyone who sent prayers and well wishes our way. They are VERY appreciated and I felt at peace most of the time so I know that they worked.
You all ROCK!!!!