Today Boo had his big diagnostic tests (MRI, lumbar puncture, full bloods and urine) under general anaesthetic. When the anaesthetist asked if I would like to kiss Boo once he was asleep and before I had to leave him, I felt sick and my legs turned to mush. It occurred to me that there was a chance (remote, I know) that he might not wake up. It felt awful.
But a few magic moments later (60 minutes later to be precise) he did wake up. He was grumpy as anything. But a bottle, some cuddles and two Welsh cakes later and he was smiling and playing again.
Thanks for coming back to us, Boo. We missed you big time!