A few years ago, I took the boys to the dentist. Neither one was especially cooperative. Over the summer, Drew had his teeth cleaned and and ten baby teeth extracted. He had to be under general anesthetic for it. It went well, so we recently scheduled for Blake to have it done as well. Today was the big day. We had to be at Children's Medical Center at 6:30, which meant we got up at 4:00 am. Well, Blake didn't get up until 5:00.
Anyway, my mom came over and stayed with Drew for us. We got to the hospital and checked in. They apologized and told us that their first appointment scheduled cancelled this morning, so they would be fast-tracking us through. We were pretty happy about that. The shorter the wait, the better!
They took us to a pre-surgery room and got Blake's vitals and our insurance info. They gave him a gown to put on. Actually it was a top and a pair of pants.
After awhile, they brought Blake back. He still had his IV in and was very groggy. He looked at me with glassy eyes while the nurse gave after care instructions. Apparently he remembered his ride in the bed to and from the OR, because he kept saying, "push me". He liked the nurse's purple gloves, so she gave him a pair to play with.