Waiting

And waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

They took Max back for surgery about 7:40 this morning.  We were told to expect at least 5-6 hours. 

Did I mention there's lots of waiting?

Everything went well last night and this morning, thankfully.  Max decided he liked the hotel beds, and probably would have slept the whole night through had he not fallen out of the bed and given himself a huge shiner on his right eye.  He didn't seem to mind this morning when there was no breakfast, and was so interested in what was going on in the hospital that he forgot to be fussy.  It wasn't until right before the surgery that he started getting sad and begging for milk.

But can I just say that we are so grateful for versed?!?  They even had a nasal spray version, so that we didn't have to fight to get him to take it orally.  Within a few minutes, Max was happy as could be.  He didn't have a care in the world.  (And Tom and I were begging the nurses for a dose of our own!)

It wasn't any easier to hand him over to the anesthesiologist, just because we've done this before.  I was doing okay until I heard Max yelling "All Done! All Done!" as they walked him down the hall. 

So we're camped out in the waiting room, visiting with instant friends and pretending that we don't know what's going on across the hall.