As we got closer to 10, they gave him some versed. This is to induce drowsiness, relieve anxiety, and aid in memory loss. Then the doc and anesthesiologist came and asked him all sorts of questions. They should have done that before the DS and the versed.
We quickly ran down to the cafe to grab something to eat while we waited, but I couldn't even stand to be down there for more than a minute. I ran upstairs to watch the screen that would tell us where he was in the process. I watched it change to green - "In OR". And then we waited. The whole time I was a bit of a mess, but then I'd look at this couple whose child had been in surgery for four hours already and just be thankful. It's just an arm. It's just an hour and a half of our life. It's nothing life threatening or altering. But all rationality went out the window when he moved to a pink stripe - "In PACU" - (Post Anesthetic Care Unit). Because then we waited. For 38 minutes. While I knew my baby was waking up. Last time he was so disoriented and freaking out. I just kept picturing him like that. I knew our doc wanted to check on him before he came up to see us, but I figured it would be quick. I think the reasoning was that he wanted to see if the nerves were working before he got us. Had they not, he would have taken him back to surgery to see why.
We finally got up there and he was looking pretty good. He was talking and chowing down his popsicle -getting barked at for eating it too fast.
I slept well too - better than I had in a while. Even though I was sleeping in Lucas' bed (we won't let Ethan sleep upstairs on these pain meds or in the soft cast).
My baby? He's so brave. He saves the world using his creature powers. Just like Sonic.