Waiting…
Sitting here in the waiting room gets me thinking. Some say the waiting is the hardest part. I’m not sure I agree but I am starting to really notice a pattern with how it goes.
Leading up to the surgery you spend lots of time not thinking about it. And then before you know it, it’s the night before and you start to worry. You put on a brave face and assure yourself and everyone else around you that everything is going to be just fine.
The morning of the surgery, you get up and with military precision pack the car, prep the child, hook yourself up to your caffeine IV and hurry into the car so you can wait in peak hour traffic.
Once at the hospital you keep cool and play along with all the admission paperwork and question because you’re a seasoned veteran of all this right?
For me, I start to feel nervous around that point when your all prepped and waiting to go into theatre. The poor little fella doesn’t know what’s about to happen or why. Actually you don’t really know what’s going to happen either.
Then they go in to be aneasthetized. Mum took him in this time around and I’ve gotta say she handles it better than I do.
And then you wait.
You do anything to distract yourself. Read a magazine. Check your email. Read Twitter. Distraction is good.
Some time later you start to worry again. Why is it taking so long? Is that phonecall for us to go to recovery? The door opened. Is that the doctor for us?
I’d better distract myself again and write a blog post…