I must have made my way back to Sick Kids around 5h30 pm. I think we met with the surgeon around 7h30 pm, but I could be wrong, things are a bit blurry. I remember hearing these words coming out of his mouth: ''very smoothly and as planned. G-tube remains.Very optimistic.''
And this is all I needed to hear. Both my loved ones had pulled through. And that's all that counted then.
I went to visit my Phuoc in CCU and I have to say I was very well prepared: I had seen many pictures of liver transplant kids coming out of surgery. My girls are fighters. They have been through many storms in their short lives. I knew Phuoc would be ok and I know Binh will be ok when her turn comes.
The nurse told me to go and have some rest. My friend and I went for a celebratory glass of wine, and barely talked to each other as we were reading the nice comments from people from all over the world! I barely remember my head touching the pillow: it had been an emotionally exhausting day, but we are privileged to have been given a chance with Phuoc. We are now anxiously waiting for Binh's turn to come, when it is due to come.