Now where was I...oh yes, we find the pediatric wing of the hospital and "check in." And by that I mean that I said we were here for surgery, gave Sadie's name, and the nurse who knew hardly any English (I'm not mad, I understand this is Germany, but on a day like this you just want to be clear on what is going on...) took us back to the room. Seriously, they didn't check my ID or anything. I could have been Suzie Crumpleshorts for all they knew. Things are so different here.
Come on...just one little smile?
I guess it probably is a lot for a four year old to take in.
And here's the part where I wish I had kept a journal about this experience. Because it was less than ideal. We waited for a while after Sadie changed, then the nurse brought her some juice that made her sleepy. After a while, she came back, tried to explain what would happen next (though I really did not understand what she was telling me), and then all of a sudden they were wheeling Sadie's bed to the surgery wing of the hospital. I was walking by her side (she was still awake), and we finally made it to some big double doors. The nurse said, "Stay here five minutes." Or something like that. And then Sadie was gone. All of a sudden I was in a panic. Wait...did they just take her back for surgery? Why am I not with her? I didn't even tell her goodbye, or that everything would be fine, or ANYTHING. So I went to the lady at the reception desk and asked her (in German) if she spoke English. "Nein." Dang it. I tried to explain the situation. She brought in reinforcements. After a whole lot of confusion, I told her never mind and went to find a seat somewhere. But I just couldn't sit there. I was a train wreck thinking about Sadie in there without me. So I got back up, and the same lady at the front desk saw me. She waved me over, opened the double doors that they had taken Sadie into, and lead me to a doctor.
It wasn't until she started playeing with her ponies that I realized she was more than just groggy. She was actually seeing double. She was holding one pony, but her other hand would reach out to grab another one in the air. And when her hands finally met, she thought her two ponies (Coconut Cream) were stuck together, and she was trying to pull them apart. Let's be honest, it was sad. She was so convinced there were two.