We drive in the dark and 34 degree weather to Alta View hospital. Check in and wait.
Ben has a breakfast of 4 pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, eaten over a garbage can as not to spill crumbs.
He takes pictures.
Reese is being well taken care of by her Doctor Ben, stethoscope and all.
Roo gets grumpy when they put the sticky thing on her toe and name bracelet on her ankle.
She is mad.
They give her medicine to make her calm.
Miracle. It works. Mellow girl.
Doctors come. Nurses come.
We see my cousin Brady, who works there. We talk.
They take Reese back, and Ben and I wait. We wait as long as it takes me to eat an apple.
She is done.
Old ladies, drinking Diet Coke, comment on how well behaved Ben is and to keep doing what I'm doing with him. "So well behaved." they say.
We go to recovery. We wait for Reese. Brady brings her to us.
She is MAD.
I try to calm her by singing and swaying. I give her a bottle of apple juice.
She flails. She hits. She screams. She cries. She hits and screams some more. Inconsolable.
This is normal, they say.
We can go home now.
It's 9:00 a.m.
Here is Reese snuggled in her car seat, ready to be in her own environment.
It is a pajama's kind of day.
No school for Ben.
We will all stay in today and have a fun day at home.