Yesterday, at the crack of dawn and with no food in our bellies (one doctor-ordered, one nerve-induced), I took Henry to have a very large birthmark/mole thingie surgically removed. We checked in to the surgery center and had a little meeting with the plastic surgeon, followed by a pill to calm the nerves and relax before the surgery. I then asked if there would full sedation along with the pill and they shook their heads, a little sadly if you ask me, and said, "Sedation is only for your child, we aren't authorized to administer anesthesia to parents." Jerks!
We got to the pediatric pre-op area where we were to wait for about 45 minutes and there was a toddler behind a curtain screaming. And screaming. And screaming. And screaming. "Can you just go ahead and give me the gas now?" Henry pleaded with the nurse.
Jack is home from school sick today, so he's been helpful in keeping Henry still by playing video games with him. It's a hardship, I know. One thing I can say with absolute certainty is that, unlike when the girls are home sick, we won't be watching Pride and Prejudice (BBC version) or Little House on the Prairie. Dang.