Waiting ...

Fri 26 Nov

In hospital by 7:30 am.

When we left Little S (at 8:30), we were told that it would be 5 or 6 hours until we would see her again - that's a long time to wait.

I held her on my lap as the doctors sent her to sleep - and then we had to say good bye: definately the hardest part.

I've found that comfort food helps to ease the the worries, so we went to Starbucks for a large coffee (tea for J), a cinnamon pastry and a pain au chocolat. We tried to keep our minds off the impending update that we'd been promised at 1:00. This was made slightly easier when I opened the door to the toilet and found a lady in there hastily pulling up her knickers!

After some wandering around shops and parks and grabbing some lunch, we headed back to the hospital with no small amount of trepidation.

The nurse smiled as we entered the day ward and told us that surgery was going well, but that we wouldn't know more for another hour.

So we checked in to the flat provided by the hospital for those with kids on intensive care, ate lunch and went back to the day ward to be met with another smile - come back in another hour and she should be out of surgery and on to intensive care.

Smiles, relief, but not wanting to be overly optimistic as there were a lot more boxes to tick before Little S was 'out of the woods'

In fact, when we got to intensive care, we were told to come back in another hour as our surgeon was running another procedure on the ward (on a different baby) and so we couldn't go in.

More waiting ...

... and finally we saw our Little S, alive and doing well, scarred and full of tubes but looking not too far off normal.

Tears in our eyes - we're not out of the woods yet but the woods have got a bit less scary already.

It's today

We're on the way in to the hospital ... stomach churning ...

Waiting again

It's been a couple of weeks since Little S was supposed to have her op and now we're counting down again - three days to go.
J is going in tomorrow for another blood test but this time she's taking a friend so it should be a bit less traumatic.
Not looking forward to the week ahead.