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Date: 24 December 2005 20:01:49
(I forgot to do this yesterday.)
Baby b was tranferred to the childrens hospital, just down the road, at 3pm, and eventually went into theatre at 5pm, after some delays. He was back in his fishtank at the hospital I was in by 9.15pm. All had gone well.
Looking back I don't remember feeling particularly worried about him. I think that was partly because we didn't have a choice about him having the surgery, it had to be done, so worrying was a bit pointless. (This has been my attitude to a lot of the spina bifida/hydrocephalus stuff.). I also think though, that he wasn't really real to me in a way at that point. He'd been rushed off to SCBU when he was born, after a brief hold, and we saw him for about 20 minutes a few hours later. I think I'd probably seen him for a little while that morning as well, but I don't remember spending that much time with him. 'Bonding' (if there is such a thing, it all seems a bit mythical/mystical to me) came later.
What I do remember is that my parents and sister (not the one who comments here) came to see us while baby b was having his op. That was lovely as I felt very much that they'd come to see us rather than just the baby.