So surprise, surprise, the harness didn't work, and Diya's surgery is on as planned this morning. She got taken back almost an hour ago, and Gregg and I are hanging out in the waiting room, well, waiting. With a bunch of other parents. Fun times. The guy sitting next to me just called into work, saying he wouldn't be in for a few more hours because he's at "the doctor's with his son." Hmm, isn't this something you should have done before the morning of surgery? The lady on the other side of us has been angst-ing over the TV channel. We happened to be sitting on one of the remotes, and us handing it over to her seemed to invite random conversation. She persisted for a few minutes even though I'm staring at my laptop and Gregg's staring at his phone. She finally seemed to get the hint, but I gotta give props for the attempt.
There was a bit of panic on my end this morning (just a bit) because Diya's had this lingering cough and cold for weeks, and I was afraid of her going under general anesthetic while still sick. We were a little convinced that we'd show up only to be sent home and rescheduled. But the anesthesiologist cleared her. Though I gotta say, it's a bit of a show, by "clearing" her, all he really did was ask us about her symptoms and then listen to her chest for a few seconds. AND he wasn't even a real anesthesiologist, just a random student. God damn teaching hospitals anyway. Do they really need to practice on my kid? (Actually, he was a fellow, so I'm exaggerating, almost a real doctor. And really, I'm all about teaching hospitals normally, but today I'm just looking for reasons to be nervous).
Diya seemed to take a little bit of liking to him, too. By that, I mean, she wasn't screaming when he was examining her. And he was the one that carried her away from us. It was early. They had told us that we could breastfeed her as late as 3:30 morning, so we woke her up to give her one more meal before the procedure. Then we woke her again at 5:45 to get her here. So first, she was curious about all the hospital activity, then just started getting tired and ready to go back to bed. Whatever it was, she didn't really cry at all this morning (rare in a medical setting these days), and didn't even look back when the almost anesthesiologist picked her up and took her away.
Now we just wait.
There was a bit of panic on my end this morning (just a bit) because Diya's had this lingering cough and cold for weeks, and I was afraid of her going under general anesthetic while still sick. We were a little convinced that we'd show up only to be sent home and rescheduled. But the anesthesiologist cleared her. Though I gotta say, it's a bit of a show, by "clearing" her, all he really did was ask us about her symptoms and then listen to her chest for a few seconds. AND he wasn't even a real anesthesiologist, just a random student. God damn teaching hospitals anyway. Do they really need to practice on my kid? (Actually, he was a fellow, so I'm exaggerating, almost a real doctor. And really, I'm all about teaching hospitals normally, but today I'm just looking for reasons to be nervous).
Diya seemed to take a little bit of liking to him, too. By that, I mean, she wasn't screaming when he was examining her. And he was the one that carried her away from us. It was early. They had told us that we could breastfeed her as late as 3:30 morning, so we woke her up to give her one more meal before the procedure. Then we woke her again at 5:45 to get her here. So first, she was curious about all the hospital activity, then just started getting tired and ready to go back to bed. Whatever it was, she didn't really cry at all this morning (rare in a medical setting these days), and didn't even look back when the almost anesthesiologist picked her up and took her away.
Now we just wait.
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