It's like a Samuel Beckett play: a tiny room. People waiting. Including Tess. Have they always been in this room? Will they have to wait for all eternity, because they wait for something that will never take place?
I'm in a room with no windows. The room's maybe six by six. Eight-foot ceiling. Not spacious by any stretch. In the room with me is Tess. The room's pretty empty. There's a table and a couple of chairs. And on the wall is one of those light boxes, the kind with fluorescent bulbs inside that you can switch on and use to view an x-ray. The light box is in grave danger. There's a pretty good chance that within the next few minutes, it will be damaged beyond repair. Damaged by Tess, who can't stop trying to pull it off the wall and throw it at the opposite wall.
How did we get into this room? Why are we here? And how long are we going to stay in here?
Well, to begin with, let's remember that Tess gets tremendous satisfaction from the following two things: food. And routine. With the precision of a Swiss watch, she gets regular meals and snacks at the exact same time, every single day of her life. And on this particular day, we are messing all that up. We are doing this because she is at the dentist. She is about to have some dental work done under anesthesia. And you can't eat before anesthesia. So her last food was at 9:30am. Her procedure's slated for 3:50pm, more than six hours later. When we first got there, we were in this huge waiting room, the kind with multiple Dr. Seuss books, bunch of magazines, some colorful murals meant for kids to look at. There was even a little corner meant for younger patients, where they had one of those large wooden cubes with different puzzles on each side, all involving shapes. Tess exhausted the options in that waiting room pretty quickly. Including the little kid corner. And now the office is running late. So we're in a new waiting room. The one that's six by six.
If you know anything about Tess, you're probably picturing her livid at not getting any food. Her teeth sinking into the nearest arm at any moment, drawing blood.
Side note: this hangry biting actually did happen at one point, a few years back. Tess was getting ready for surgery in Boston, and a nurse was prepping her and got bitten on the arm by our girl. There was blood, followed by several apologies from us to the unfortunate nurse.
Anyway, the interesting thing about hungry Tess in this tiny room is that she isn't all that angry. Sure, she's restless. She'd rather not be cooped up in there. And since we've been waiting for over an hour, she has long since tired of the things we've packed in order to keep her entertained, things like the iPad and her toys from home.
But here's what was impressive about Tess in that room. And Tess all day for that matter. Early on, that morning, my wife had taken Tess aside and talked to her about how this was all gonna go down. The fact that she'd be at school for the morning, but we'd pick her up instead of having her ride the afternoon bus. The fact that her food schedule would be a bit wonky. The fact that we were going to have someone help her go to sleep so they could fix her teeth. The whole deal. My wife laid it out for Tess.
So instead of getting fired up and fussing and trying to bite us and everyone around her, Tess is rolling with it. She's in that room and ready to get out, make no mistake about it. But what nine-year-old wouldn't? Show me a kid who's nine and has been waiting over an hour in super boring waiting rooms, where literally they take her out of a large one, where there's at least a few things to do, and then make her wait in a smaller one where there's zero to do except shatter the light box. Show me any typical nine-year-old who'd find that acceptable and not be kinda getting antsy by this point. She still had smiles on her face. She would still be soothed by humming in her ear. She could be redirected over and over from trying to unplug and shatter the light box. She was still willing to sit with me and talk a bit. She did get in some good hits--the light box took a lickin' and may in the end have been one of the casualties of the day, we don't know. But generally this is a more patient Tess somehow. Maybe she's just growing up and behaving like anyone else her age might behave. Or maybe she listened to my wife and was prepared for all this upheaval in her day.
When the anesthesiologist comes in finally to meet with us and talk it over, Tess hugs him and grabs his thigh as he stands there. He hasn't met the T-Bird before, but he's spent about 30 minutes the night before on the phone with my wife, getting the story about Tess's history of problems with anesthesia. Learning that she has GI issues that used to create a danger of food getting in her airway while she was under sedation, but that we've managed to control that in recent years with diet and medication. Maybe Tess is a bit frustrated and wants to take it out on this guy, now that I think about it. As he stands there in his scrubs talking about the sedation procedure, he has no idea what's coming. But she walks back and forth and suddenly without warning gives this anesthesiologist a quick no-look package check. I'm talking about the quick flick. What maybe one dude does to another dude in the high school locker room. A lightning fast shot to the crotch, causing instant pain and embarrassment to the recipient. There are times when Tess knows exactly what she is doing, and part of me wonders whether this has been one of those times. The anesthesiologist is surprised by the package check but takes it in stride, and only falters briefly in his speech. He gives Tess a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.
When it's go time, they don't let you stand there and watch your kid get sedated and go off to sleep. Instead you say your goodbyes, kiss them on the cheek, and are ushered off to the waiting room, while the nurse walks your kid down the hall away from you. At this point we have done all we can do.
Back in the large waiting room, my wife and I sit. Like I said, the GI stuff is largely under control, but we can never be sure how things are gonna go. We are still thinking about Tess. Hoping that everything is ok. Wishing we could go back there and at least check on her. It feels like a long time before the nurse emerges to tell us that it was all a complete success. That Tess did great. That she's awake and ready for us to come back and get her. We're so relieved.