Day 0 - Day of the operation

I was so so tired this morning.  I woke up at 4, (although pretty sure I had not actually been to sleep at all) and quietly dressed and checked my many lists of things to do, things to pack and lists for Andy and Molly to do whilst I was away.
Once the car was loaded and warmed Andy scooped Molly up and into her car seat too. The plan was for her to stay asleep until we reached the hospital. However she was suddenly wide awake before we got off the drive and I was secretly pleased for the distraction.
Once at the hospital we parked and changed Molly out of pj's and into some clothes.  We made our way slowly to the surgical admissions lounge and waited with all the others for the doors to open at 7
Thankfully I was seen rather quickly, I was assessed by the surgical team and the surgeons registrar and we were all happy to proceed. Later the anaesthetist came over and said I would be taken down in an hour or so. I was changed into a hospital gown and some rather fetching TED stockings to prevent DVT.
Molly and Andy spent most of the morning slipping in and out of the lounge to eat - they were not allowed to eat in front of people waiting for surgery.
When I said goodbye to Molly I was scared, I tried to take a memory picture of exactly how she looked, the smell of her hair and skin and the sound of her voice. I had to turn away before she saw me cry. Andy took control and led her away.
Waiting outside the operating theatre I was so tempted to run. But realising that I couldn't and that was part of the reason I was there in the first place I stayed put and said a few silent prayers asking for strength.
Once inside a small room and on a small table I was given a not so small cannula in the back of my hand, the lady talked to me as she put some liquid through the cannula - to be honest I thought she was washing it out, she never said this was it. That was the last thing I remember!
Five hours later in the recovery room I remember a lovely nurse talking to me, telling me it was all over and that the surgeon was really pleased with how the operation had went. All I could see and hear were bleeping machines, the whir of the oxygen - (why was I wearing an oxygen mask?) and tubes and leads coming out of both hands now.
A little later I was wheeled up to the surgical ward, I could see Molly and Andy on chairs outside, I was so happy to see and hear them chatting away. Once at the ward I was asked to move from one bed to another. I was dumbstruck, I knew I was not supposed to move. They kept insisting I needed to move, I had barely the strength to speak and then they finally asked what operation I had. I could have cried, this was not how it was meant to be! After trying to shuffle and crying with pain and effort they finally pulled back the covers and I guess realised this was not up to me to get from one bed to another. A sliding board was eventually found and I was tucked up in bed.
Andy and Molly then came in and all the anger then was forgotten, I was so happy to see them. Molly looked a little worried so we tried to reassure her that everything was fine and mummy was okay. After some small talk and Andy sorting out my TV for me they were off. I felt a little sad to be left behind but the morphine soon took care of that. It had been a long old day and I was ready to catch up on some serious sleep.
Unfortunately I was woken every hour to have my blood pressure checked, given more medication or to have the catheter emptied. It was going to take a while to catch up on that sleep!