We waited forever for Goober's surgery yesterday. Poor little man hadn't eaten for over 12 hours and I had to watch him like a hawk. He managed to sneak 1 piece of popcorn by me but the nurse didn't seem very concerned with that.
When we got to the Surgery Center Goober was not happy to have to take off all of his clothes and put on the hospital gown. I guess no one's really pleased to have to do that, even when they're only 5.
He was a little nervous, but mostly remained the little champ we know him to be. He did not cry, he asked a couple of times if anything would hurt, and he was mostly quiet and thoughtful while everyone talked and buzzed about him.
Once he was in surgery I was a bit of a wreck. I tried to busy myself by filling out the invitations for my BFF's upcoming baby shower but I couldn't think. The Man kindly made me a cup of coffee which I proceeded to spill all over the place and then burn the crap out of my mouth on. I then locked myself in the little bathroom and cried for a minute while I got myself together.
Before very long the surgeon came out and told us everything had gone great and gave us all of our instructions and we were allowed back to see him.
I went back first and Goober was awake but very groggy. Once I promised him I would not leave his side again, he fell back asleep.
A little after 5 the nurse began disconnecting him from machines and the IV and he woke up.
After a little orange Gatorade he was wide awake and ready to get his clothes on and get out of there.
Today he's hopped up on Tylenol and watching every Disney movie available to us. Thank goodness it's over.