Sitting in the waiting room

I'm sitting in the waiting room at Jackson Memorial Hospital as I write this. We got up at 5am this morning and took Ethan directly from sleeping to the car to head to the hospital. We were supposed to be there at 6am and his surgery was scheduled for 7:30. As it turns out, because we had to register first and there were dozens of other people waiting as well, he was not the first into surgery. When we finally got to a room to get prepped, they gave him some medication to keep him from being anxious before they took him into surgery. We prayed with him and kept him distracted with PBS Kids on the tv. There ended up being another delay because the doctor had to be on call for some emergency at the hospital. By the time they were ready to wheel him away, the medication had worn off and he was anxious and wanting to leave the hospital. As soon as they wheeled him away, I started crying. I could hear him crying down the hall as they took him into the elevator. The nurse stopped and then called for us to come with Ethan so he wouldn't be so upset. They then asked one of us to go into the operating room to accompany him until they put him under. George of course was given that charge. George came out and said it was a good thing that I didn't go in. I so wish I weren't so emotional, especially about medical things but alas, I am. I had really hoped that he would not remember being taken to OR and how scared he felt, but I'm afraid that he may. He'll be there for a few hours so I will work on keeping myself busy and praying.