I’m sitting in the hospital waiting room. Steve said I shouldn’t come until 10:30, when the doctor anticipated the first part would be finished. But I couldn’t sleep and I’ve actually lost my appetite. Never happens to me.
Robin wrote about what she is doing. You can find it here.
I understand completely. After my daughter had her first eye surgery (she was about two-and-a-half) I got up around 4 in the morning and drove myself to the hospital–the stupid doctor said I couldn’t stay with her (I’d punch a doctor in the eye who insisted on such barbarism today)–but I was so worry about her feeling deserted that I drove in the dark to get to her. I walked right in and was amazed how unprotected the hospital was. Anyone could have walked in and done whatever they wanted in the deserted halls. Even if you can’t be doing anything for her, being there is important–for her and for you. Thinking of you both!