I waited quietly until it was my turn to go into surgery. I sat by myself and worried that this entire things wouldn't work. What if the eggos don't become babies and the couple is all alone? The thought of disappointing the recipient parents was unbearable. I also have never had surgery in my entire life and started to become very anxious. The nurse asked me if I was nervous and I lied to him, saying I was just fine. He told me that my blood pressure and heart rate were betraying my calm appearance. He told me everything would be okay and he would be there to give me a cookie when it was over. Great. A cookie. Something to live for.
I didn't like being by myself at all. My dad is a big baby when it comes to hospital stuff so I understood him being in the waiting room. I also was being overwhelmed by how vulnerable I was feeling because I was doing this all alone. None of my friends or family could not related because this was not a shared experience. I am used to being compulsive and deciding to act on something no one else has.
A nurse came to get me and escorted me down the hallway to the operating room. I walked into the room and the doctor had me lay on the operating table and said, "Natalie, I slipped you a little something into your IV while you weren't looking. What are you called? What do you go by?"
"Natalie."
"No, what is your nickname?"
"My family calls me Nat."
With that, I looked up from the table at big, bright operating light and was out.
