I'm sitting in the surgery waiting room at Children's Memorial Hospital. Polly has been in surgery for a little over an hour and a half. The whole procedure should be about three hours. After we saw Polly off Sergei and I got some lunch in the cafeteria. I always stare at other seemingly parents and wonder what their kids are in for. I can't help it.
When you hand your child over for a major surgery (or any surgery, for that matter) it's like lifting off in an airplane. Things are completely out of your control and as a mother you've just got to breathe out a prayer and trust the pilot.
I did ask Polly's neurosurgeon this morning when he stopped in to see us if he had a good night's sleep.
Apparently he did.
Will update later.