After they wheeled Peyton away we were shown the waiting room. I was there with my mom, preacher and his wife. My oldest daughter Brittinee and her husband did not make it back in time to see Peyton before she went in. That was extremely hard on Britt. We were to be told every hour what was happening to Peyton. She had a number so I could see where she was (Pre-op, Surgery, or Recovery). They took her to Pre-op around 930 and they gave her more meds to go to sleep and put in a catherea and breathing tubes. Around 1000 they told me they were taking her into the operation room. At 11 they came and told be they had made their first incision. So as I set there in a waiting room my child was being cut into. They were going to be putting her on a heart & lung machine doing things to her that I couldn't control. I was scared but being surrounded by people that I had to be strong for. I could not break down. I prayed a lot to myself. God was with me as I know he was with Peyton. we went to the cafeteria to eat. Every bite was a struggle. knowing my daughter was on the operating table. I knew that I had to seem strong so the focus would be on Peyton and not me. We went back to the waiting room for a little and them up to the 12th floor to see the garden. I hated to be out of the waiting room that was my connection to Pey. I would position myself so I could see the clock. As soon as an hour had passed I would be looking for news. If it didn't come I would go to the reception desk. The reports were all is well they are still working on her. Working on her? She's not a car! She's my daughter! I wanted to yell but I kept myself calm on the outside. The surgeon came out and told me everything went great that he couldn't have asked for a better surgery. After he left I broke I cried. All me fears came rushing to my head and they had not happened. Neil said a prayer after everyone hugged each other. Then Neil and Elaine left. James and Britt left to check on Eli. Mom and I waited to er could go see her. We called everyone and told them how well it went. Then we waited another hour to see her. When we finally did she was still asleep and had the breathing tubes in as well as other tubes and IV's. My heart squeezed seeing her this way. It took her longer to wake up this time. I hated to see her like this and know there was nothing I could do to ease her. They took her tubes out after a while. She was still a little disoreintated. She was not fully my Peyton.
When she was fully awake she still had quite a ways to go. I would have done anything to take this away from her. I would have taken her place if I could. I NEVER WANT TO SEE HER LIKE THIS AGAIN.
