We are sitting in the darkened recovery room waiting for Dr J or Dr L to drop by. We need approval for discharge at 2pm. Wren is still asleep. It is strangely comforting to see the easy arcs of his 'respiration' and heart-rate alongside the 98% saturation. Perfusion of 5.6 but neither of us knows what that means.
Joshua is interested in getting out of here. He wants to poke Wren and wake him up to get the show on the road. He points out that Wren has not eaten the mac and cheese, the pudding and the applesauce we ordered.
I doubt he will want it when he wakes up.
We have been told to expect Wren to be "out of sorts" for the rest of the day but to be back to normal tomorrow. I hope so.
Collette (Dr Jones' assistant) tells us that Wren's case will be presented at Cardiology Conference on Monday. I am looking forward to knowing what approach is proposed. For some reason, escorting Wren to the OR was comforting to me. It made the whole surgery thing seem like a very complicated job. A routine, orderly job that can be done well. I don't think I should read that book "walk on water" because it makes it seem more like television. On TV things always have to go wrong to make for a good story.
Today I am glad to be a boring story, not made for TV at all.