Eye surgery...for real this time
Today was the rescheduled eye surgery. While it sucked for us adults to take up super early to be there on time, I was thankful I didn't have to worry about trying to not feed to water my child-as it states for surgery rules. While I was freezing and worrying in the car (we totally need to remember to grab comfy warm blankets for the truck as this isn't the first time we've suffered through); my husband was where all the action was, escorting our 4-year-old. According to my husband's timelines (and his texts), it took 2 hours before they were ready to admit her fully, 20 minutes (at least for prep), 40/45 minutes for surgery, and another hour for my child to wake up and calm down enough to have some juice and be set to be out the door. While I wish I was with them, I think he is the better choice in these cases. He has, at least an outward calming effect on the child and he has more strength than I do. I was told wake up from anesthesia makes them seem (and feel?) lik