Longest 2 Hours of My Life

So I hope everyone has found this blog informational and you have gotten a good idea about what I have been going through and the process of it all. So at this point, I am in the Pre-Op waiting room with a bed, a chair, a stool, TV and a bunch of machines that I am clueless about. That was the order in which I saw and was able to identify things. Take comfort in what you know. The RN came in and told me to remove all of my clothing and put the gown on. She gave me some privacy and I, for the first time in my life, was wearing a hospital gown. And a little blue hat for my hair. I felt like I was working in a cafeteria somewhere. The RN came back in and went over some questions with me about why I was there. She then put in my IV line into my hand. It was a little painful, at least more so than I thought it would be. Again, never had anything like that in my veins before. I have donated blood before but its a little different and from your arm, not your hand. I didn't feel any particular sensation immediately. Just the pain from the needle. She left me and came back a few minutes later and let me know that the anaesthesiologist would be meeting with me before the doctor came in. She went and got my wife out of the waiting room and brought her back to see me along with my grandmother. I was starting to get emotional at this point. Tears started running for fear of the unknown, fear of complications, fear of leaving my wife a widow to raise our daughter alone. I felt afraid and alone and then something happened. I realized that I had the support of my family and friends and that I was going to be OK. My wife started showing me posts that people were leaving on Facebook and different text messages and it really made me feel better. I have a lot of great friends, a very loving family and my wife's family has accepted me as one of their own. I guess I just realized it for the first time. My wife's parents were on their way to the hospital with my daughter to be with my wife while I was in surgery. My wife was able to bring my daughter back to see me. She was a little scared at first to see her Daddy with IVs going into his hand and laying there in bed with a hospital robe and hat. She eventually gave me a big hug and kiss which made me very happy. The next hour or so consisted of watching some episodes of "Friends" which we really like. That took my mind off of things until the anaesthesiologist came in and gave me some medicine to make sure my stomach didn't get upset. Not sure how it could, I had no food or liquid in it !! My grandmother took my daughter out to the waiting room with the rest of the family and my wife stayed with me until they came in and took me to the operating room. My doctor came in and talked to us for a few minutes about the surgery and let my wife know what would happen after everything was done. It was time for me to go. My wife gave me a big hug and I felt at peace. The nurses drove me out to the OR and started prepping me. The last thing I remember is looking for the "box seats" where they observe you like you see on TV and I was out. I don't even think they told me they were putting me under. I was just gone.