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.
Abby is eleven and in fifth grade. She practices like crazy, love performing, and "really, really, really" wants to be in the symphony someday. She loves ice skating, riding horses, and has more energy than both of her parents put together.
Ashlynn is nine years old and in fourth grade. Ever since her arrival in the front seat of our minivan on the side of the freeway, Ashlynn has always done things her own way. She keeps everyone in the family laughing, and is always there for a hug, a smile, or a cuddle. She loves gymanstics, playing the piano, and frequently is found bouncing off of one piece of furniture or another.
The Big Brother
Max is a four year old ball of energy and fun. Obessed with the iPhone, Toy Story, and Phinneas and Ferb, he regularly has us laughing hysterically at his antics. Max was born with metopic craniosynostosis and has had two major skull reconstructions, and has come through with flying colors.
If there's trouble to be found, two year old Ian will be in the center of it. Ian is charming, articulate, funny, and incredibly determined to make the world exactly the way he wants it. He loves his brother, climbing on the counters and waking up at obscenely early hours.