The Final Countdown

Here we are. Eleven hours at the hospital and Avery has been in surgery for almost nine. I'll be honest, I'm a bit anxious and I'm exhausted. Completely exhausted. We still haven't heard word from the OR and we're taking that as a really good sign. Every time someone walks by the windows though I look up and hope it's Dr. Missiuna. 

There's a hospital worker doing laps wearing her headphones. I think she's on lap 9 or 10. 

Dawn was the lovely old lady on shift two for the volunteers. She was supposed to leave at 4:30 but stuck around to see another woman to her kid and another man in to wait (we have company now!) and she absolutely insisted we go eat. Wouldn't leave until we did. So we ate and she left (but not before asking if I wanted another warm blanket - such a sweet woman). The new guy in the waiting room is playing a game on his iPhone that dings every 10 seconds. I am annoyed but too polite to say anything.

Hot in Cleveland is on the TV.

Next update likely won't be until Avery is set up in the ICU. Breathing in. Breathing out. 

~ Dad