I love you since before the day you were born, child.....

After staring at the computer screen for quite some time now, I'm trying to figure out how to begin this blog entry. I have experienced every emotion possible. Fear, joy, excitement, anxiety, sorrow, guilt, fulfillment, empathy and others I cannot find a word for.....the tears tend to come and go. Thinking about our little girl and about the family of a little girl who was lost in order to give Mercy her gift.......that is HEAVY.
Almost three months on the list. TIME is a crazy thing.
"The call" we have so anxiously waited for came yesterday afternoon. A double rainbow was shining bright in the warm Colorado sky later that afternoon. 
We were admitted to the hospital last night at 7:00pm. Once here, they took her labs, vitals and a chest x~ray to prepare for her transplant surgery. The liver was recovered and inspected by surgeons in the midwest and flown here early this morning.  Surgery was scheduled at 7am today, they took her from my arms shortly after.
So far I have received one update. Diane, the transplant coordinator, will call every hour to tell me how she is doing. She was sleeping (anesthesia) peacefully while placing her lines (IV) and the breathing tube. Her incision had not been made yet. The donor was around 15 kg, about twice Mercy's size. We figure she was about 2 years old or somewhere close but due to confidentiality of both parties involved, we do not know specifics.  Dr. Wachs was hopeful that the new liver would not have to be cut to fit into Mercy which will be determined when they are ready to place the new organ.
I have been asked "how long will surgery take?"  I was told that TIME is of no concern. If they tell us it will take 8 hours and it takes 10, then as parents we're like "something went wrong". If they tell us it will take 7 hours and it takes 5, we will be like "what did they skip".....again, something out of my control. The surgeons are in the driving seat. My seatbelt is fastened.

Sidenote for PanicKin:
Dr. Wachs took his kids to the Saturday and Sunday show and has a steal~your~face tat on his upper arm. He likes to listen to jam bands during surgery so I told him Mercy was named after a song and he said..."I know that song"..... we have made plans to attend next year's Sunday show with him :)
Aint Life Grand is my listening choice at the present moment...this experience has shed a whole new light on how I hear the music. Music IS the therapy (Kammerer family <3). I encourage you to take a listen also.
I'm not alone...I'm just Blue
xoxo