Things can go wrong. I know that. This is the reason why I scheduled an extra three hours for this surgery today.
Those extra three hours ended five minutes ago. Kara is still not in the OR. It could be yet another hour before she is.
The problem is that there is nobody to watch the girls tonight. They are at our home teacher's house this evening, but I'm supposed to get them between 7:00 and 8:00. It should not have been a problem, but to get them by 7:00 I would need to leave now.
I can't leave Kara until she's done. I really, really don't want to leave her until she's stabilized. I don't know how long that will be. But I need to go home to my girls.
Let me just say, I am stressed.
Update 1: Kara was finally wheeled into the "Holding" area, and I'm in the family waiting room. The lady Kara is staying with here in Dallas is on her way to relieve me, so I can get home and take care of my other girls. Surgery started nearly six hours after it was scheduled. I have formed an opinion about this medical facility, and it is not particularly positive.
Update 2: I'm home. The girls are in bed. I'm not, but that's about to change. Kara called and sounded like she was doing OK. I have to go back to Dallas tomorrow. The car was having problems, and I didn't feel comfortable driving it home. I had a vision of the car stalled on the side of the road, and me kicking it. I left it in Dallas and brought the truck home instead. It just never ends.
Update 3: I spent the day with Kara yesterday, helping her get around. This line, though shorter, was actually more invasive to place, and for most of the day she had little use of her right arm. But on the whole she was doing much better than I thought.
TPN starts again on Monday.