That's what Will yelled as he received his third IV in as many days.
That's what my immediate reaction was when Will's neurosurgeon confirmed that yes, there is a problem with his shunt.
That's what I'm doing right now as I sit in the family waiting room, scared for my son having brain surgery but relieved that after the longest five days in recent memory, we finally know what's wrong.
We've been through this before, so I know what to expect. The Beast You Know blah blah blah.
As long as my baby gets back to being his usual happy-go-lucky self, I can wrestle with this beast as long as necessary.
It's all part of the job.
Two hours, including diagnosis, pre-op, surgery and post-op, to rectify five days of hell. Will came through surgery, with, as they say, flying colors. I shall be eternally grateful forever to his neurosurgery PA, who has seen Will since his NICU days and just had a feeling that even though the x-rays were problem-free, something wasn't right. And to his gifted neurosurgeon and the team who moved quickly and efficiently, all the while making sure we parents were informed and comfortable with the process.
Will is sleeping now in his big old hospital bed. But I know that finally, he's at rest, as we've dealt with the beast. For the moment.