Tin came through his surgery like a champ. Mommy did too, maybe. I was with him till he had some happy juice in him (their terminology) and followed him to be rolled into the operating room, and then a friend came and got me when he was done. But standing in the room and waiting for an hour and a half for everything to begin made me want to throw up. I asked all the questions I could think of about the anesthesia and I read all the potential side effects, none of this calmed me.<\/p>\n
By the time I had gotten to pre-op I had tears in my eyes and thought I wasn’t going to let him go but my friend (a nurse there) said it’ll be fine, the doctor is quick. Still I had looked out the window earlier, down at the yards in back of the hospital and thought of my mom. “Where are you when I need you mom?” I kept saying to myself. As a child I never was in a hospital without my father (a doctor) or my mother (a nurse) and I always felt protected by them. When we were walking over to surgery I murmured to mom to show me a sign that she was there.<\/p>\n
Sitting in the waiting room I remembered mom had told me I would know she was with me because the sign would be a dog. Well I combed the area for any sign of a dog and saw none. Not even on the dumb cartoon that was on the television set. Not even in the gift shop window. No dog.<\/p>\n
When I had him in my arms again and knew he was okay, I forgot all about the dog. Then we got home and fed him a bottle and a big bowl of oatmeal and I went to put him down for a few minutes to see if he could sleep.<\/p>\n
For about an hour he couldn’t sleep. Over the video monitor T could hear him barking like a dog.<\/p>\n
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