One of the funniest things but still the hardest part of being in Birmingham this time are the phone calls to Freya, the 'I miss you & I love you" are hard, but each call this time starts with 'can I talk to Evan', and when he gets handed the phone and hears his sisters voice his eyes light up and a grin spreads from ear to ear, there then follows a 5min conversation between the two of them - about what I have no idea.
Evan was meant to go to theatre yesterday to have his pacemaker fitted, but his spot in theatre was taken by an emergency, it was actually taken by the wee boy who had been in the bed opposite the night before who had some real problems. He had been straved and preped for theatre for a few hours when his Surgeon and the Ward Manager (Matron) appeared to tell us, I think they were both taken aback by our reaction - that it was fine and we should get him something to eat. It was just over two years ago that Evan took someone else's place on a theatre list as an emergency - so we fully understood & we fully understood the awful place the parents of that wee boy were.
So today the 16th of October, Evan at 2 1/2 years old got his pacemaker fitted, the surgeon used one of his existing stomach operation scars so he would have another one, and had carefully planned where he was going to put it, as using his words - "the usual spots I use to place a pacemaker have been utilised by my colleagues in other proceedures"
He's back down into the High Dependency Unit rather than Intensive Care for recovery, which I hope is a good sign.